American fiction -- 19th century; Dime novels; Popular literature
How he expected to get out of the hotel at that hour of the night
without being discovered, particularly when he had three flights of
stairs and as many halls to traverse, was a point Earle did not allow
himself time to consider.
The man, apparently satisfied that there was nothing to impede his
progress, glided velvet-shod over the soft carpet.
Earle allowed him to get well past his door, then, stealing out without
a sound, he crept up behind him and hit out square from his shoulder a
tremendous blow, which taking his prey just behind the ear, doubled him
up in an instant.
He caught him in his arms before he could fall to the floor, for he had
no desire to make any disturbance at that hour of the night, and then by
main strength half carried, half dragged him back into the room he had
occupied, laid him upon the floor, and locked him in.
Not a sleeper had been aroused.
The blow he had dealt was quick and powerful, but not loud enough to
awaken any one from a sound slumber, though it had rendered his victim
unconscious for the time, and the noise of dragging him the short
distance to his room had not disturbed any one.
The next thing was to get inside that other room without creating any
confusion.
He knew that his captive was only stunned, and would doubtless soon
recover from the effects of the blow he had given him; but locked within
that room, he knew he could not escape for he was in the fourth story,
and could not, of course, make his way out by the window.
He did not think, either, that he would make any noise upon returning to
his senses, for he would be sure to bring upon himself deeper trouble if
he did so.
He stood and listened a moment or two outside the door of the room where
Editha lay, thinking that something of the disturbance must have reached
its occupants, since both were awake, and the affair had occurred so
near to them.
He hoped the attendant would come to the door and look out to see what
was the trouble, when he would easily be able to get inside, and into
Editha’s presence, without using any forcible means.
If her attendant had not been attracted, and she did not come, he had
resolved to knock gently for admittance. Even then he feared he should
not gain it, since he surmised, and correctly, too, that the man must
have some signal by which his presence could be known from that of any
one else.
Earle’s conjectures, however, proved correct. Editha’s attendant had
heard a slight noise in the hall and been startled by it.
“Did you hear anything?” she asked, turning to the girl on the bed.
“No, nothing,” she answered, wearily.
“Something has happened, I fear,” she said to herself, and then going to
the door, bent her head to listen, an expression of great anxiety on her
face.
She could hear nothing, however; but apparently not quite satisfied, she
ventured to unlock the door and peer forth into the hall. This was Earle
Wayne’s opportunity.
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