The room in which she was, constituted the dressing-room to the bed-room further on.
Blodget, with eyes like a hyena, cast a glance round the room. A silk dress was upon a couch, and on the dressing-table were various articles of female apparel and jewelry.
He approached, on tip-toe, the door of the bedchamber, and listened most intently.
The sound of one breathing rather heavily in sleep, came upon his ears.
‘She sleeps,’ muttered Blodget, ‘and my task is consequently all the easier of performance. Yes, she sleeps, and soundly too.’
He now took from his pocket a gag made of cork and string, and so constructed that if once fixed in any one’s mouth it would be out of the question for them to utter an articulate sound.
This, with a silk handkerchief, which he intended to fix around the head and face of his prisoner, were the implements with which he hoped to capture Inez, and by the aid of which so to terrify her that he might get away in safety with her.
‘Now for it,’ he said.
He took another step towards the door of the bedchamber, and then he hesitated.
‘A good thought,’ he muttered. ‘I will put out both the lights, and then no curious eye will see me emerge from the window with my prize.’