“I will do the same.”
“Gilbertine—God be thanked!—is not alone in her room. Little Miss Lane shares it with her.”
“And Dorothy?”
“Oh, she is under the strictest bondage night and day. She sleeps in a little room off her aunt’s. Do you know her door?”
I shook my head.
“I will pass down the hall and stop an instant before the two doors we are most interested in. When I pass Gilbertine’s I will throw out my right hand.”
I stood on the threshold of his room and watched him. When the two doors were well fixed in my mind, I went to my own room and prepared for my self-imposed watch. When quite ready, I put out my light. It was then eleven o’clock.
The house was very quiet. There had been the usual bustle attending the separation of a party of laughing, chattering girls for the night; but
