Then once again the stillness as of death.
Chapter Twenty Five.
Smith Finds Something Wrong.
“You heard nothing?” said the doctor.
“Nothing at all. I went to bed at the usual time, sir,” said the butler—“half-past ten—yes, sir, I’ve the chaise waiting; won’t you come in that, and I can tell you as we drive over?”
“Yes; all right,” said the doctor, and five minutes later they were rattling along the road towards the Hall.
“Now, go on,” said North. “Yes, sir; I went to bed as usual, and slept very soundly till about an hour ago, and then I suddenly woke. I don’t know what made me wake; but I did, and somehow began thinking, as I’ve often thought before, about the plate in the pantry, and whether it was safe.”
“Don’t you sleep in the pantry?”