The bed had not even been disturbed, and the door was closed. As well as
I could see in the dim light the only clothing lying about was that
which the man had brought from his master's room, and this was neatly
placed upon a chair, even as I had observed him to dispose of it nearly
an hour since. It was a most perplexing matter. But without waiting to
consider it further I reached within and laid the letter upon a chair
beside the window where the occupant could not fail to observe it upon
his return, and forthwith withdrew the upper portion of my body. As I
did so I heard a sound which, in the language of my favorite authors,
froze my blood. Someone was walking upon the gravel of the path directly
beneath me.
I stood as if petrified, listening intently. For a moment, nothing, and
my heart relaxed a little, as the supposition occurred to me that it
might have been some animal bent upon nocturnal adventures. But hardly
had this reassurance registered in my brain when it came again. Without
doubt someone was making a stealthy progress along that side of the
house upon which I stood in an unusual, not to say compromising,
position. And in another moment my fears were justified, for out of the
abyss below me darted a dark and noiseless figure, followed at close
range by a second one. Both crossed the moon patch like wraiths,
vanishing instantly into the shadows of the shrubbery beyond. Two men!
What were they about? No good, that was certain. And what, in merciful
heaven's name, was I to do about it?
To give the alarm from my present position was impossible. Moreover, if
I were to remain where I was the two in the shrubbery might at any
instant discover my presence upon the ledge, for the moon in
illuminating the room behind me was, of course, also rendering me
clearly visible. To retreat to my own quarters by the route by which I
had come was now obviously impossible. There remained but one course,
and I took it. Without further ado I picked up my skirts and climbed
into the bedchamber of my host's bodyservant.
XII
Once inside the room I sank upon a chair for an instant, gasping for
breath and quite all of a tremble. But after a little I regained some
control of my faculties, which I now directed toward effecting my
escape.
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