“I had forgotten the gloves in my hurried departure; but presently I remembered
them, and grew very uneasy. I did not like carrying this woman’s property about
with me. I had engaged myself, an hour before, to Miss Van Arsdale, and was
very anxious to rejoin her. The gloves worried me, and finally, after a little
aimless wandering through the various rooms, I determined to go back and
restore them to their owner. The doors of the supper-room had just been flung
open, and the end of the hall near the alcove was comparatively empty, save for
a certain quizzical friend of mine, whom I saw sitting with his partner on the
yellow divan. I did not want to encounter him just then, for he had already
joked me about my admiration for the lady with the diamond, and so I conceived
the idea of approaching her by means of a second entrance to the alcove,
unsuspected by most of those present, but perfectly well-known to me, who have
been a frequent guest in this house. A door, covered by temporary draperies,
connects, as you may know, this alcove with a passageway communicating directly
with the hall of entrance and the up-stairs dressing-rooms. To go up the main
stairs and come down by the side one, and so on, through a small archway, was a
very simple matter for me. If no early-departing or late arriving guests were
in that hall, I need fear but one encounter, and that was with the servant
stationed at the carriage entrance. But even he was absent at this propitious
instant, and I reached the door I sought without any unpleasantness. This door
opened out instead of in,—this I also knew when planning this
surreptitious intrusion, but, after pulling it open and reaching for the
curtain, which hung completely across it, I found it not so easy to proceed as
I had imagined. The stealthiness of my action held back my hand; then the faint
sounds I heard within advised me that she was not alone, and that she might
very readily regard with displeasure my unexpected entrance by a door of which
she was possibly ignorant. I tell you all this because, if by any chance I was
seen hesitating in face of that curtain, doubts might have been raised which I
am anxious to dispel.” Here his eyes left my face for that of the inspector.
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