THE LADY OF THE BARGE
AND OTHER STORIES
By W. W. Jacobs
BOOK 6
IN THE LIBRARY
The fire had burnt low in the library, for the night was wet and warm. It was now little more than a grey shell, and looked desolate. Trayton Burleigh, still hot, rose from his armchair, and turning out one of the gas-jets, took a cigar from a box on a side-table and resumed his seat again.