Adventure stories; Detective and mystery stories; Missing persons -- Fiction; New York (N.Y.) -- Fiction
“Yes—I know her,” I answered hoarsely. “Do you think you could tell
her that there is help coming, without running any risk yourself?”
“I’ll try, Jack. I’ll do my best. Oh, I knew you’d come if I kept on
hoping and believing. It’s been terrible. But I shan’t be afraid any
more, now I know you’ve found me. Only, hurry, Jack, won’t you?”
“I’ll hurry, darling, be sure of that. But act just as usual, won’t
you, dear? Don’t give them any warning, by your manner, that there is
anything up. And don’t let Miss Van Cleef change her manner either, if
you get a chance to talk with her. A lot depends on that, dear. We
must not warn them.”
“I’ll be careful, Jack. Are you going now?” There was a little break
in her voice that nearly made me break down. But I knew that the only
hope was to get away and bring help. I could not rescue her alone,
without any idea of my whereabouts or how to get out of the place. And
I was afraid of making things still harder for her if I tried anything
like that.
So with a last few words to hearten her and a sobbed little farewell
in response, I turned away from the door and retraced my steps
cautiously, feeling along the walls until I reached the lighted hall
again. I was filled with joy at the unexpected stroke of luck in
finding Margaret so soon. The nightmare of uncertainty about her was
over at last, although the task of freeing her remained.
There was nothing for it now but to try all the doors. But the one
nearest me was the other larger door, and in passing I tried the
handle again. The door was unlocked!
I could have sworn that it was locked when I tried it before, but it
was possible that some one had passed through it since and left it
unlocked, or that I had not turned the handle far enough before.
Anyway it was open now, and I crept through, testing the floor before
me with a questing foot. Here, too, there was complete darkness. And I
was in another passage similar to the other.
Both the larger doors out of the hall were in a corner of the hall
farthest from the banqueting room. But they were in different walls
and consequently were at right angles to each other. This passage,
too, extended straight ahead, so that I was going at right angles to
my previous course and farther from Margaret at every step. But
whither it was leading me I could not tell.
This passage differed from the other one. For as I crept along my
fingers encountered more than one door. I tried them all and found all
of them locked; so that, for the present, I determined to follow the
passage to the end, as the easiest course, as there was no choice
among the doors.
And presently my eyes were rewarded with the sight of a faint crack of
light close to the floor ahead of me. It seemed to come from beneath
the door of a dimly lit room at the end of the passage.
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