The Staircase At The Heart's Delight: 1894Green, Anna Katharine
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The Staircase At The Heart's Delight: 1894
Green, Anna Katharine
Detective and mystery stories, American
“Meantime a peep into the next room might help me towards solving the
mystery. Setting the bottle and glass aside, I dragged the table across
the floor, placed it under the lighted window, mounted, and was about to
peer through, when the light in that apartment was put out also. Angry
and overwhelmed, I leapt down, and, stretching out my hands till they
touched the wainscoting, I followed the wall around till I came to the
knob of the door, which I frantically clutched. But I did not turn it
immediately, I was too anxious to catch these villains at work. Would I
be conscious of the harm they meditated against me, or would I
imperceptibly yield to some influence of which I was not yet conscious,
and drop to the floor before I could draw my revolver or put to my mouth
the whistle upon which I de-pended for assistance and safety? It was
hard to tell, but I determined to cling to my first intention a little
longer, and so stood waiting and counting the minutes, while wondering
if the captain of the police boat was not getting impatient, and whether
I had not more to fear from the anxiety of my friends than the cupidity
of my foes.
“You see I had anticipated communicating with the men in this boat by
certain signals and tokens which had been arranged between us. But the
lack of windows in the room had made all such arrangements futile, so I
knew as little of their actions as they of my sufferings; all of which
did not tend to add to the cheerfulness of my position.
“I, however, held out for a half-hour, listening, waiting and watching
in a darkness which, like that of Egypt, could be felt, and when the
suspense grew intolerable I struck a match and let its blue flame
flicker for a moment over the face of my watch. But the matches soon
gave out and with them my patience, if not my courage, and I determined
to end the suspense by knocking at the door beneath.
“This resolution taken, I pulled open the door before me and stepped
out. Though I could see nothing, I remembered the narrow landing at the
top of the stairs, and, stretching out my arms, I felt for the boarding
on either hand, guilding myself by it, and began to descend, when
something rising, as it were, out of the cavernous darkness before me
made me halt and draw back in mingled dread and horror.
“But the impression, strong as it was, was only momentary, and, resolved
to be done with the matter, I precipitated myself downward, when
suddenly, at about the middle of the staircase, my feet slipped and I
slid forward, plunging and reaching out with hands whose frenzied grasp
found nothing to cling to, down a steep inclined plane--or what to my
bewildered senses appeared such,--till I struck a yielding surface and
passed with one sickening plunge into the icy waters of the river which
in another moment had closed dark and benumbing above my head.
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