The house was very still; he could not detect a sound anywhere.
He went slowly upstairs, walked up and down the hall once or twice, then rapped again upon Edith's door.
There was no response from within.
He knocked again.
Still silence!
He tried the door.
It was not locked; it yielded to his touch, and he pushed it open.
A quick glance around showed him that no one was there, and with a great heart-throb of fear he boldly entered.
Everything was exactly as he had left it when, the day before, he had so carefully arranged the room for the girl's comfort and pleasure.
The beautiful dresses hung over the foot-board of the bed—not even a fold had been disturbed—while the elegant sealskin cloak and the dainty hat and muff lay exactly as he had placed them, to display them to the best advantage.