Then again, as the man in the house over the way had after all only been stunned, there was no saying when he might sufficiently recover to give an alarm.
From all these reasons Blodget felt the necessity of bringing the job to a speedy end, and with such a determination he then crept very quietly into the lady’s bed-room.
In the dim light of the bedchamber, he looked like some evil spirit as he stood casting a broad shadow on the bed and its occupant.
For a moment, he considered what to do, and then he stepped up to the bedside and said:—
‘Give any alarm and you die—be still and you live! Be quiet—quite quiet, for your life’s sake.’
The terrified woman opened her eyes and uttered a faint cry.
‘Yes, ma’m,’ said Kitty from the next room.
‘Curse you!’ cried Blodget.
He took a revolver from his pocket, and held it to her head, saying in a calm tone:—
‘If you wish to save your life you will be quiet. It is your jewels, plate, and money I come for, not your life, but if you place it as an obstacle in the way, that obstacle must be removed. You understand me.’