She was convinced that had there been a spring in the room itself she
must have discovered it, but it never before struck her that it might
be at the back of the closet. She felt that she must satisfy herself
on this point whatever the risk of discovery. Accordingly at the usual
hour she made her way downstairs. She had put the key in the door, and
was in the act of turning it when she heard a noise upstairs. She
opened the door and stood looking up the stairs. In a moment she saw a
light, and directly afterward Miss Penfold appeared at the top holding
a candle in her hand. Knowing she was as yet unseen, Mrs. Conway
entered the library and closed the door behind her. Then she hurried
to the fireplace, touched the two springs, pulled the bookcase open
and entered the secret chamber, and closed the bookcase behind her.
She had often examined the lock, thinking that the secret spring of
the closet might be concealed here. It was a large old-fashioned one,
and moved two bolts, one at the top of the door and one at the bottom.
These she had already discovered could be easily opened from the
inside. She imagined that Miss Penfold was merely going round the
house to see that all was secure, and she had, contrary to her
practice, taken the key from the door of the library in order that
Miss Penfold might enter it if she chose. But the thought now flashed
across her that possibly she might intend to open the secret room; and
to prevent this she now thrust the barrel of the pistol she carried in
between the back of the bolt and the piece of iron against which it
shot, so that the action of the springs could not throw it out of its
place.
Breathlessly she listened. Presently she heard a sharp click in the
wall behind her. She had scarcely time to wonder what this meant when
she heard a sound in the lock close to her. It was repeated again and
again. Then she felt a slight tremor of the door as if somebody was
trying to shake it. Her heart almost stood still. Miss Penfold was
evidently trying to open the chamber; and, though she knew the lock
could not open so long as she held the pistol in the place, she felt
her breath coming fast and her heart beating. For five minutes the
attempts to open the door continued. Then all was still again.
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