slumber was fitful, and filled with dreams. But I am sure of some
things--my door was tried twice, and I heard someone prowling about the
hall--"

"That might have been me," I interrupted, "as I was out there during
the night, but I certainly never tried your door."

"You had a light?"

"Yes."

"I saw that shining over the transom; it was much later when my door
was tried; not long before daylight I think. Whoever it was, passed
out the front hall window onto the porch roof. My light was burning,
although turned low, and no doubt he saw me sitting up, wide awake on
the edge of the bed, for he had disappeared by the time I gained
sufficient courage to approach the window and look out."

"Climbed down the trellis, probably," I said, deeply interested. "It
appears strong enough to support a man. I wish you had got sight of
the fellow."

She lifted her hands to her head.

"But I was so frightened. My head throbs now with pain. I cannot
explain, but--but I had begun to hate this mission of ours before we
ever reached here, and then this awful house, and that man and woman.
I almost begged you not to leave me alone, yet I conquered that
weakness, and said good night, and locked my door. You never realized
how I felt."