I looked at him, and I felt that he could be trusted.
"This," I said, holding up the money, "is the price of
Silence."
But If he was trustworthy he was not subtile, and he said:
"The what, miss?"
"If any one asks if you have driven me here, _you have
not_" I explained, in an impressive manner.
He examined the quarter, even striking a match to look at
it. Then he replied: "I have not!" and drove away.
Concealing my nervousness as best I could, I entered the
doomed Building. There was only a hall boy there, asleep in the
elevator, and I looked at the thing with the names on it. "Mr.
Grosvenor" was on the fourth floor.
I wakened the boy, and he yawned and took me to the fourth
floor. My hands were stiff with nervousness by that time, but
the boy was half asleep, and evadently he took me for some one
who belonged there, for he said "Goodnight" to me, and went on
down. There was a square landing with two doors, and "Grosvenor"
was on one. I tried it gently. It was unlocked.
"_Facilus descensus in Avernu_."
I am not defending myself. What I did was the result of
desparation.
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