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This was the more probable as the professor himself had come from Germany. I descended the stairs softly, traversed the hallway, and, looking through the open door, beheld the professor at the piano. The curtains of a window were drawn aside, and the moonlight swept grandly in.
It wasn't a game now, but somehow he had a strong haughty feeling of not being afraid. He was taken through the hallway, toward the rear, and down the commonplace flagged steps which led to the basement. Then he was marched through a narrow, ill-lighted, flagged passage to a door in the wall. The door was not locked and stood a trifle ajar.
"I'll give 'em half an hour," said she to herself. Before that time had elapsed she heard another stir below, and she exclaimed: "I knew it" and there were steps in the hallway, and some people went out. She sprang to her feet; she was about to run down-stairs and lock and bolt every door; but a sound arrested her. It was the talking of women in the parlor.
"Good-by!" she said, and as soon as she could tear her hand from mine she was gone gone by another door, and Harry and her companion came plump upon me standing in the hallway, gazing at the door through which Jane Ryder had disappeared. Then I turned and gazed at them, first at one and then at the other. "What have you done with her?" inquired Kate, with just a shade of solicitude in her voice.
Tell the boys 'much obliged, Dan." He turned his white face to the wall and the tears slipped hot from beneath his lashes. Dan Treu's troubled eyes sought Lamb's, who waited in the hallway. "He'll be himself when you come again," said Lamb reassuringly. "We're doin' everything to git his fever down. Don't let his talk worry you."
Dorothy stopped stockstill in the doorway, completely overwhelmed. She turned helplessly to the maid, tried to gasp the question that filled her mind, and then leaned weakly against the wall. The singer's voice grew suddenly fainter with the slam of a door, and while its music could still be heard distinctly, she knew that he of the merry tones had left the lower hallway.
The broad hallway ran from the front of the house to the kitchen ell, and I could see its entire length. Several men were clustered at the other end, peering out through the narrow panes of glass either side the front door, and one came running toward me. It was the Irish sergeant. "They're a-coomin', sorr a bunch o' gray-backs. Shud Oi hay' the byes let drive?"
"You do yo' washin' I'll watch her. I'm a pretty good sort of a hoss doctor myse'f." The child had nodded off to sleep, the Bishop was reading his paper, when a loud voice was heard in the hallway and some rough steps that shook the little flimsily made floor of the cottage, and made it rock with the tramp of them.
Stanton, warm-hearted and genuine with all his faults, retired well into the shadow of the hallway and looked at the singer through the lenses of sympathetic tears. "Poor orphan girl," he muttered. "What a villain a man would be who could purpose harm to you!"
ACTION. The unknown drops the spotlight to the floor and we first see his legs crossing the rays of light on the floor. Then the spotlight rolls, revealing the body of an elderly man of the American millionaire type, lying crumpled against the table. Finally it rolls a little farther and stops, directing its rays into the fireplace. LOCATION. Remsen hallway, outside library.
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