"Then you must have seen those men," I said quietly. He gave me a stare
and laughed, white teeth gleaming.
"No, no!" he said again. "No two--me--you see one men--das me--you see
me, signora!"
His confidence was perfect, and argument failed to move him. Finally I
gave it up and went to bed, thinking it unnecessary to rouse the other
members of the household, for after all were not two of the menservants
awake and in charge? And what could I prove? Nothing except that I was a
nervous, imaginative old woman. It was not until I had actually got into
bed that I recalled one fact which was sufficient in itself to justify
the most alarming conclusions.
Wilkes' door had been locked on the inside, and yet I had found him
inside the house, while his window had been opened wide. The thought
caused me to sit bolt upright in bed. And once this wide awake again, I
realized further that the obvious conclusion that Wilkes had left by way
of his open window was absurd. How could he possibly have left the third
story of the house in such a fashion? I was positive that no rope ladder
or such contraption had been attached to the sill. If there had been it
would scarcely have escaped my notice. And even if he had got down in
some way how could he have got back?
Yet there had been two men in the garden. I had positively seen them
with my own eyes, and no Italian watchman could persuade me in broken
English to the contrary. Also there had been two men downstairs and
awake in the house--Wilkes and Pedro. Still further, Pedro was an
Italian and had just been out of doors. Were the two whom I had seen in
the garden these two? If so, what had been their object in meeting
outside, when both had the run of the house and were already in it?
On the other hand, Pedro had been obviously surprised at seeing us. Or
had it been merely my presence which had occasioned the surprise?
By this time my head was simply stupid from thinking, and when I at
length composed myself to sleep I had formed but one line of action--to
do nothing and say nothing until somebody else did. I would hold my
tongue in the morning and see what sort of report of the night's
activities the two men made before I said a word. And upon this resolve
I at length fell asleep.
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