When I had stopped shivering I went to his desk. There were
a lot of letters on the top, all addressed to him as Grosvenor.
It struck me suddenly as strange that if he was only visiting,
under an assumed name, in order to see me, that so many people
should be writing to him as Mr. Grosvenor. And it did not look
like the room of a man who was visiting, unless he took a
freight car with him on his travels.
_There was a mystery_. All at once I knew it.
My letter was not on the desk, so I opened the top drawer.
It seemed to be full of bills, and so was the one below it. I
had just started on the third drawer, when a terrable thing
happened.
"Hello!" said some one behind me.
I turned my head slowly, and my heart stopped.
_The porteres into the passage had opened, and a Gentleman
in his evening clothes was standing there_.
"Just sit still, please," he said, in a perfectly cold
voice. And he turned and locked the door into the hall. I was
absolutely unable to speak. I tried once, but my tongue hit the
roof of my mouth like the clapper of a bell.
"Now," he said, when he had turned around.
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