He sat thinking the matter over for some little time, Editha standing patiently by him, as if waiting to do his bidding still further.
“Put those things on,” he said, at last, and pointing to a hat and waterproof that had been thrown upon the floor.
She immediately put them on.
“Now get a vail and tie over your face.”
With the humility of a servant she obeyed him.
He then went to the door and looked out.
All was still.
The gas in both halls had been partially turned off, and now burned dimly, and nothing was moving in all that great house.
He stepped back into the room, took Editha by the arm, and said, roughly:
“You are to go with me—see that you make no noise.”