I entered the silent house like one in a dream, and went with Tom to my bedroom, where I undressed like a weary child, and soon sunk into a deep dreamless sleep.
CHAPTER XII
A MIDNIGHT CONFERENCE
Some one was knocking at the door.
"Who's there?"
"Tom Temple."
I sprang out of bed and let him in. He looked very grave, very worried. Instantly everything flashed through my mind in relation to our terrible meeting of the night before.
"It's nine o'clock, Justin."
"Yes, Tom, I suppose it must be," I said confusedly; "but I have only just awoke."
"I thought I must come; I want to talk with you."