‘No, ma’m.’
‘Well, I thought I did.’
‘You was a dreaming, ma’m, I suppose.’
‘I suppose I was. See if the night-bolt is all right, Kitty, before you go to bed again.’
‘Yes, ma’m.’
‘I feel so nervous to-night; I don’t know why.’
Blodget felt there was danger now unless he could adroitly put the night-bolt in its place again. The difficulty to do so without being seen, and in a hurry, too, without making any noise, was very great, but if any man living could do that, that man was Blodget.
Kitty, fortunately for him, was half asleep, and she shuffled along the floor in such an odd, devious kind of way, with her eyes scarcely open enough to see at all where she was going, that she gave Blodget every chance.
It happened, too, that as she went she completely obstructed the lady’s view of the door.
Blodget put his hand in the little orifice he had cut in the panel, and replaced the night-bolt.