When she reached the top of Red Hill it was day, though the sun was
not yet above the horizon. She circled round until she was opposite
the main entrance, but well concealed. She had come down early so
often that she knew the routine through which the servants would go.
Just as the first rays of the sun lit upon the topmost of the pointed
roofs, Tom, the indoors watchman, appeared in the main entrance. The
alarms were off. She circled back to the west and, by way of the dense
shrubbery that would hide her from any chance gazer from windows, she
gained the veranda--the unlocked window of the gray salon. Her heart
stood still while she was raising that window. When no sound of bells
banging and clanging came she drew a long breath, stepped weakly
through, lowered and locked the window. The rest of the journey was
comparatively free from danger.
When her maid came in at nine o’clock she was sleeping soundly; and
all traces of her expedition had been removed by her own unaccustomed
hands from skirt and leggings and shoes. The old pipe in its newspaper
wrappings was hidden deep in a drawer of lingerie odorous of delicate
sachet--a drawer of which she had the only key.
* * * * *
Getting away from the house the next night was not so easy.
Several guests came from town in the afternoon. She was obliged to
stay down until the last, had difficulty in preventing Josephine
Burroughs from following her into her room to chatter for an hour or
longer. All evening, as her father lingered in the drawing-room, she
had forced herself to act in her gayest, most unconcerned manner. Her
nerves were on edge and she had a fever. She knew the servants were
closing the house in mad haste. There was no time to change dress or
even shoes; there was just time to send her maid away, to catch up a
long wrap, turn out her lights and dart downstairs. Probably no one was
yet in bed, but she must take the chance of some accidental late call
upon her. As she raised the window in the gray salon she confidently
expected to hear the bells, to be dazzled by sudden flash of lights.
She did not breathe until she had it lowered.
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