Then, when the people of the house were beginning to stir, she, overcome with fatigue and watching, at length fell asleep.
As usual in such cases of long night watching and early morning sleep, she slept long into the forenoon. When she awoke and looked at her watch she found it was nine o'clock.
She arose in haste and dressed herself.
This was the morning in which she was to meet her unconscious confederate in crime, Craven Kyte.
As soon as she was dressed she went into the parlor, where, it appeared, the waiter with his pass-key had already been before her, for the remains of the last night's supper had been carried away and the room had been restored to order.
She then listened at Alden Lytton's door.
All was dark as a vault and still as death there.
She opened the door cautiously and went in.
He was still sleeping a death-like sleep in the pitch-dark room. She went and looked to the door leading into the passage and found it still bolted.
Then she came out of the room, locked the door between it and the parlor, and so isolated the sleeper from all the house.