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Taking advantage of the time when she knew he would be absorbed in a game of chess with John Stone, and she should be safe from interruption for several hours if she wished, she went to Major Warfield's little armory in the closet adjoining his room, opened his pistol case and took from it a pair of revolvers, closed and locked the case, and withdrew and hid the key that they might not chance to be missed until she should have time to replace them.
But by this time the hubbub they had raised had brought on the scene several of the instructors, one of whom had a duplicate key of the gymnasium. And they suffered the terrible humiliation of being released by one of the Faculty!
One August evening Angela came back from an excursion to the top of Mount Tallac. She was tired, and had made up her mind to dine in her own sitting-room, then to go immediately to bed; but asking for her key she was told that "a lady was waiting to see her; had been waiting nearly all day." "A lady!" she echoed. Could it be Mrs. Gaylor?
Melody, with no better inspiration than a sheet of paper, is not usually found to spring unbidden in the mind of the amateur; nor is the key of seven sharps a place of much repose to the untried. He cast away that sheet.
For aught we know he may be in England already." Mr. Wilding laughed impatiently. "You must forever be building on these crack-brained rumours, Nick," said he. "Rumours!" roared the other. "Rumours? Ha!" He checked his wild scorn, and proceeded in a different key. "I was forgetting. You do not know the Contents of that stolen letter." Wilding started.
And then Everychild's voice: "I must make a light, so that I can find the key!" For the last time Cinderella's voice could be heard faintly "Mother!" And then there was the calm voice of the Masked Lady: "Now you can see!" The room was lighted again! The Masked Lady had arisen from her place. She was holding the lighted candle above her head. Not a second was wasted by Everychild.
Would the same key fit the second lock, or must I wait to have another made? I advanced to the second door and was about to try the key when a sound from behind it turned my blood to water. Beyond that door, from the room I had supposed to be empty, I heard a groan.
"I think everything must be allowed to you. You would be so surprised if it were not." I understood that she was aiming a satirical remark at me: I did not mind that; she had better flay me alive than sit and cry. "Then I may open the box?" "The key is in it." I drew the box across, and I took a chair that stood by. I turned the key of the box.
We do not offer the convicted common thief, the accomplice in MacLaren's assassination, or the manager of the outrage against Jean Key, as an object of sympathy; but it is melancholy to look on the dying struggles even of a wolf or a tiger, creatures of a species directly hostile to our own; and, in like manner, the utter distress of this man, whose faults may have sprung from a wild system of education, working on a haughty temper, will not be perused without some pity.
Well, I'm glad to hear that you gentlemen enjoyed yourselves, and I hope you found everything to your satisfaction." I assured him that we did; but I had not the heart to tell him about the apple pie. I tell you these trivial matters, my dear Bertie, just to show you that I am not down on my luck, and that my life is not pitched in the minor key altogether, in spite of my queer situation.
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