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Now, however, it stood ajar, and old Jim going up to shut it, and looking in, was struck dumb with astonishment. For there on a wooden rocking chair, which had been her mothers favorite seat, sat Mary Backhouse, her feet on the curved brass fender, her eyes staring into the parlor grate.
Perhaps you will find it ajar, but if not, knock two or three times with the head of your stick, not roughly or noisily, but in a sober fashion; and then wait awhile, and if nobody comes, knock again. If you cannot get in to-day, go back to-morrow and the next day. The best time is a little before noon, when the man is not yet at dinner. 'Or asleep, suggested Tommaso. 'Precisely.
"One night last summer I came in late, took off my coat and vest, hung them on a chair by the window and went to bed, leaving the sashes ajar, for it was terribly hot and I wanted a draught of air through from my bedroom." He seldom explains his characters or situations as he goes on by putting in "I said" and "he said" and similar expressions. "I always carried this watch in my vest-pocket.
Severne, who was seated patiently in his bedroom with the door ajar, came out to join them, feeling sure Fanny would openly side with him, or slip away and give him his opportunity. But, as the young ladies stood on the broad flight of steps at the hall door, an antique figure drew nigh an old lady, the shape of an egg, so short and stout was she.
Then she went to the door which was slightly ajar, and opened it. She beheld a very tall man standing smiling on the threshold. 'I hope I'm not disturbing you, Mrs. Sarratt but I was on my way for a day's sketching, and as my car passed your house, I thought I would like to bring you, myself, the permission which I spoke of on Saturday.
At length he descried a glimmer of light issuing from a door which he knew to be that of the vestry, and which was standing slightly ajar. Opening it, he perceived a lamp burning on the table, and without stopping to look around him, seized it, and hurried back to the porter. Poor Blaize presented a lamentable, and yet grotesque appearance.
Had they suspected that it was he they would either have kept the door definitely closed, or else they would have flung it open and boldly invited him in. "I want to see Harry Morgan quick!" he said and stepped close to the door. At his bold approach the door was closed like the winking of an eye, until it was barely an inch ajar. "Keep back!" came the warning through this small opening.
It came from Lady Maulevrier's room. The door was ajar, and he could see the faint light of the night-lamp within. That fearful cry had come from her ladyship's room. She was in peril or pain of some kind. Convinced of this one fact, Mr. Hammond had not an instant's hesitation. He pushed open the door without compunction, and entered the room, prepared to behold some terrible scene.
It was ajar, and Kerry, taking an electric torch from his overall pocket, flashed the light upon the name-plate. He stood for a moment, chewing and looking up the darkened stairs. Then, torch in hand he ascended. Kazmah's door was closed, and the Chief Inspector rapped loudly. It was opened at once by Sergeant Burton, and Kerry entered, followed by Coombes.
"The little door in the recess in your bedroom opens into that closet." "Yes, but it is blocked up mit bictures." "Clear them away at once, without making too much noise." "Yes." "Clear a passage on both sides, so that you can pass from your room into mine. Now, leave the door ajar. Try to look sleepy.
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