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With infinite care he compressed himself into the well-like hole, and
descended the latter. At length he arrived on firm ground, perspiring,
but quite safe and quite excited. He saw now that the tinge of light
came through a small hole in the wood. He put his eye to the wood, and
found that he had a fine view of the State bathroom, and through the
door of the State bathroom into the State bedroom. At the massive
marble-topped washstand in the State bedroom a man was visible, bending
over some object which lay thereon.
The man was Rocco!
Chapter Thirteen IN THE STATE BEDROOM
IT was of course plain to Racksole that the peculiar passageway which he
had, at great personal inconvenience, discovered between the bathroom of
No. 111 and the State bathroom on the floor below must have been
specially designed by some person or persons for the purpose of keeping
a nefarious watch upon the occupants of the State suite of apartments.
It was a means of communication at once simple and ingenious. At that
moment he could not be sure of the precise method employed for it, but
he surmised that the casing of the waterpipes had been used as a ‘well’,
while space for the pipes themselves had been found in the thickness of
the ample brick walls of the Grand Babylon. The eye-hole, through which
he now had a view of the bedroom, was a very minute one, and probably
would scarcely be noticed from the exterior. One thing he observed
concerning it, namely, that it had been made for a man somewhat taller
than himself; he was obliged to stand on tiptoe in order to get his eye
in the correct position. He remembered that both Jules and Rocco were
distinctly above the average height; also that they were both thin men,
and could have descended the well with comparative ease. Theodore
Racksole, though not stout, was a well-set man with large bones.
These things flashed through his mind as he gazed, spellbound, at the
mysterious movements of Rocco. The door between the bathroom and the
bedroom was wide open, and his own situation was such that his view
embraced a considerable portion of the bedroom, including the whole of
the immense and gorgeously-upholstered bedstead, but not including the
whole of the marble washstand. He could see only half of the washstand,
and at intervals Rocco passed out of sight as his lithe hands moved over
the object which lay on the marble. At first Theodore Racksole could not
decide what this object was, but after a time, as his eyes grew
accustomed to the position and the light, he made it out.
It was the body of a man. Or, rather, to be more exact, Racksole could
discern the legs of a man on that half of the table which was visible to
him. Involuntarily he shuddered, as the conviction forced itself upon
him that Rocco had some unconscious human being helpless on that cold
marble surface. The legs never moved. Therefore, the hapless creature
was either asleep or under the influence of an anaesthetic--or (horrible
thought!) dead.
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