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directly ahead, the fame of it so near
that it blinded me and the wad of the
cartride burned and stung my cheek.
fell forward daZed and blinded. but
shook myself together in a moment
and got upon my feet. The draft of
air no longer blew into the passage.
Morgan had taken himself of through
the window and closed it after him.
l made sure of this by going to the
window and feeling it with my hands.
went back and CROPPED about for
ny candle. which found without diff
Guilty and lighted. l then returned to
the window TO examine the catch. To
my utter establishment it was fas-
tened with staples, driven deep into
the sash in such a way that it could
not possibly have been opened with
out an expenditure of time and labor.
My eyes smarted from the smoke of
the last shot. and my cheek stung
where the wadding had struck my
race. [ was alive, but in my vexation
and perplexity not. I fear, wholly
grateful for my safety. 1t was, how
ever. some consolation to feel sure
had winged the enemy.
gathered up the fragments of Nor
cans lantern and went back to the IL
brary. The lights in half the candle
sticks mad sputtered out. I extin-
gulshed the remainder and started to
my room
Then, in the great dark hall, heard
a muffied tread as of some one follow
ing me-not on the broad staircase,
nor IN any place l could identify-yet
Enthusiastically on steps of some sort
beneath or above me. My nerves
were already keyed to a breaking
pitch, and the ghost-like tread in the
wall angered me- Morgan. or his ally.
Bates, undoubtedly, o reflected. at
some new trick. l ran into my room.
found heavy walking stick and set
on for Bates room on the third floor.
1t was always easy to attribute any
sort Of mischief to the fellow. and
undoubtedly he was crawling through
the house somewhere on an errand
lndL Dode0 no good TO me.
1t was now past two o'clock and he
should have been asleep and out Of
the way long ago. | crept to his room
and threw open the door without. I
must say, the slightest idea Of find
ing him there. But Bates, the enigma
Bates, the Incompatible cook, the per-
feet servant, sat at a table, the light
of several candles falling on a book
over which he was bent with that
maddening gravity he had never vet
in my presence thrown off.
He rose at once, stood at attention,
inclining his head slightly.
Yes, Mr.. Glenarm"
Yes, the devili" l roared at him.
astonished at finding him-sorry. Il
must say, that he was there! The
stick fell from my hands. / did not
doubt he knew perfectly well that |
had some purpose in breaking ia upon
him was baffied and in my rage
floundered for words to explain my
self.
i thought I heard some one in the
house. l don't want you prowling
about in the night, do you hear?"
Certainly not, sir" he replied in a
grieved tone
1 glanced at the book he had been
reading. 1t was a volume of Shakes
peare's comedies, open at the first
scene of the last act of Winters
Tale"
Quite pretty bit of work that, I
should say he remarked. TT as
one of my late masters favorites."
GO to the DEVIL" I bawled at him.
and went down to my room and
slammed the door In rage and
chagrin.