Just then there came a faint scratching noise, and there was a gleam of light, showing him that the heavy curtain was drawn.
Then the light shone more clearly, and pressing the door a little more open, he glided through.
He was about to peer out softly, when the light was set down, he heard the soft rustle of the dress, an arm was thrust round from the far side of the curtain, and the door was carefully closed.
“The work of a spy,” he said. But a slight sound attracted his attention, and his curiosity mastered all other feelings.
Gently sliding his hand into his pocket, he drew out a penknife, and cut gently downwards, making a slit a few inches in length.
This he drew slightly apart and gazed through, to see that Katrine was standing with her back to him, in the act of opening one of the large cabinets at the side of the bed.