It was a dark night, and I sat down on the verandah outside
the fatal window, which is a French one to the floor, and
waited. But suddenly my heart almost stopped. Some one was
moving about _inside_!
I had not thought of an acomplice, yet such there must be.
For I could hear, on the hill, the noise of my automobile, which
is not good on grades and has to climb in a low geer. How
terrable, to, to think of us as betrayed by one of our own
_menage_!
It was indeed a cricis.
However, by getting in through a pantrey window, which I
had done since a child for cake and so on, I entered the hall
and was able, without a sound, to close and lock the library
door. In this way, owing to nails in the windows, I thus had the
Gilty Member of our _menage_ so that only the one window
remained, and I now returned to the outside and covered it with
a steady aim.
What was my horror to see a bag thrust out through this
window and set down by the unknown within!
Dear reader, have you ever stood by and seen a home you
loved looted, despoiled and deprived of even the egg spoons,
silver after-dinner coffee cups, jewels and toilet articals? If
not, you cannot comprehand my greif and stern resolve to recover
them, at whatever cost.
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