第37章 THE HOUSE IN THE RUELLE D'ARCY.(4)

I had scarcely time to identify him before he walked down the steps swinging his cane,brushed carelessly past me,and was gone.The two men looked after him awhile,shading their lights from the wind,and one saying something,the other laughed coarsely.The next moment they threw the door to and went,as Isaw by the passage of their light,into the room on the left of the hall.

Now was my time.I could have hoped for,prayed for,expected no better fortune than this.The door had rebounded slightly from the jamb,and stood open an inch or more.In a second I pushed it from me gently,slid into the hall,and closed it behind me.

The door of the room on the left was wide open,and the light which shone through the doorway--otherwise the hall was dark--as well as the voices of the two men I had seen,warned me to be careful.I stood,scarcely daring to breathe,and looked about me.There was no matting on the floor,no fire on the hearth.

The hall felt cold,damp,and uninhabited.The state staircase rose in front of me,and presently bifurcating,formed a gallery round the place.I looked up,and up,and far above me,in the dim heights of the second floor,I espied a faint light--perhaps,the reflection of a light.

A movement in the room on my left warned me that I had no time to lose,if I meant to act.At any minute one of the men might come out and discover me.With the utmost care I started on my journey.I stole across the stone floor of the hall easily and quietly enough,but I found the real difficulty begin when I came to the stairs.They were of wood,and creaked and groaned under me to such an extent that,with each step I trod,I expected the men to take the alarm.Fortunately all went well until I passed the first corner--I chose,of course,the left-hand flight--then a board jumped under my foot with a crack which sounded in the empty hall,and to my excited ears,as loud as a pistol-shot.Iwas in two minds whether I should not on the instant make a rush for it,but happily I stood still.One of the men came out and listened,and I heard the other ask,with an oath,what it was.

I leant against the wall,holding my breath.

'Only that wench in one of her tantrums!'the man who had come out answered,applying an epithet to her which I will not set down,but which I carried to his account in the event of our coming face to face presently.'She is quiet now.She may hammer and hammer,but--'

The rest I lost,as he passed through the doorway and went back to his place by the fire.But in one way his words were of advantage to me.I concluded that I need not be so very cautious now,seeing that they would set down anything they heard to the same cause;and I sped on more quickly,I had just gained the second floor landing when a loud noise below--the opening of the street door and the heavy tread of feet in the hall--brought me to a temporary standstill.I looked cautiously over the balustrade,and saw two men go across to the room on the left.

One of them spoke as he entered,chiding the other knaves,Ifancied,for leaving the door unbarred;and the tone,though not the words,echoing sullenly up the staircase,struck a familiar chord in my memory.The voice was Fresnoy's!