It had got to be written down, it had got to be confessed. What he had suddenly seen in the lamplight was that the woman was old . The paint was plastered so thick on her face that it looked as though it might crack like a cardboard mask. There were streaks of white in her hair; but the truly dreadful detail was that her mouth had fallen a little open, revealing nothing except a cavernous blackness. She had no teeth at all.