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Updated: April 30, 2025
"You don't want me to go to the trunk-room at this hour!" "I can go myself," said Carlotta, and put her feet out of bed. "What is it you want?" "A letter on the top tray. If I wait my temperature will go up and I can't think." "Shall I mail it for you?" "Bring it here," said Carlotta shortly. "I want to destroy it."
She heard a sound as she went down the corridor, like some one moving furniture, but she was not nervous. She thought it might be men examining the house after the fire the night before, but she looked in the trunk-room and saw nobody. She went into her room quietly. The noise had ceased, and everything was quiet. "Took a nap. All right!" I said. "Go on."
"The next room!" But the sound of blows on the mantel drowned my voice. By the time I had made them understand, a couple of minutes had elapsed. The pursuit was taken up then, by all except Alex, who was determined to liberate me. When I stepped out into the trunk-room, a free woman again, I could hear the chase far below.
What to do with my boots was the greatest puzzle of all, there being no place in the house safe from Liddy, until I decided to slip upstairs the next morning and drop them into the hole the "ghost" had made in the trunk-room wall. I went asleep as soon as I reached this decision, and in my dreams I lived over again the events of the night.
It was not fifteen minutes before I was up-stairs, armed with a tape-measure in lieu of a foot-rule, eager to justify Mr. Jamieson's opinion of my intelligence, and firmly resolved not to tell him of my suspicion until I had more than theory to go on. The hole in the trunk-room wall still yawned there, between the chimney and the outer wall. I examined it again, with no new result.
Miss Rachel, you can get a dozen detectives and put one on every stair in the house, and you'll never catch anything. There's some things you can't handcuff." Liddy was right. As soon as I could, I went up to the trunk-room, which was directly over my bedroom. The plan of the upper story of the house was like that of the second floor, in the main.
And I kept him guessing and wondering for quite a while. Then, of course, I told him that it was upstairs in Grandfather's trunk-room; that Mother had got it out, and I saw it. "But, what was your mother doing with that dress?" he asked then, looking even more puzzled and mystified. And then suddenly I thought and remembered that Mother was crying.
Here he gathered together all the articles of clothing that he had discarded, conveying the mass to the trunk-room, where an empty and unlocked kit-bag received it all. "That, I think, is about all." He was very methodical, this criminal, this Anisty. Nothing essential escaped him.
While she was undressing Therese was brushing out her SIEGLINDE wig in the trunk-room she went on chiding herself bitterly. "And how am I ever going to get to sleep in this state?" she kept asking herself. "If I don't sleep, I'll be perfectly worthless to-morrow. I'll go down there to-morrow and make a fool of myself.
The draught moving through the hall stirred the portiere and reminded him that the window in the trunk-room was still open, an invitation to any enterprising sneak-thief or second-story man. So Maitland went to close and make it fast. As he shut down the window-sash and clamped the catch he trod on something soft and yielding.
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