Man with the Black Feather

Excerpt: "e;One evening last year I perceived in the waiting-room of my newspaper, Le Matin, a man dressed in black, his face heavy with the darkest despair, whose dry, dead eyes seemed to receive the images of things like unmoving mirrors. He was seated; and there rested on his knees a sandalwood box inlaid with polished steel. An office-boy told me that he had sat there motionless, silent, awaiting my coming, for three mortal hours. I invited this figure of despair into my office and offered him a chair. He did not take it; he walked straight to my desk, and set down on it the sandalwood box. Then he said to me in an expressionless, far-away voice: "e;Monsieur, this box is yours. My friend, M. Theophrastus Longuet, charged me to bring it to you."e; He bowed and was going to the door, when I stopped him. "e;For goodness sake, don't run away like that!"e; I said sharply. "e;I can't receive this box without knowing what it contains."e;"e;