The paroxy** passed away.I prayed once more,with the bitter,agonised fervour of one who feels that the hour of death is present and inevitable.When I arose,Iwent once more to the window and looked out,just in time to see a shadowy figure glide stealthily along the wall.The task was finished.The catastrophe of the tragedy must soon be accomplished.
I determined now to defend my life to the last;and that I might be able to do so with some effect,I searched the room for something which might serve as a weapon;but either through accident,or from an anticipation of such a possibility,everything which might have been made available for such a purpose had been carefully removed.I must then die tamely and without an effort to defend myself.
A thought suddenly struck me--might it not be possible to escape through the door,which the assassin must open in order to enter the room?I resolved to make the attempt.I felt assured that the door through which ingress to the room would be effected,was that which opened upon the lobby.It was the more direct way,besides being,for obvious reasons,less liable to interruption than the other.
I resolved,then,to place myself behind a projection of the wall,whose shadow would serve fully to conceal me,and when the door should be opened,and before they should have discovered the identity of the occupant of the bed,to creep noiselessly from the room,and then to trust to Providence for escape.
In order to facilitate this scheme,I removed all the lumber which I had heaped against the door;and I had nearly completed my arrangements,when I perceived the room suddenly darkened by the close approach of some shadowy object to the window.On turning my eyes in that direction,I observed at the top of the casement,as if suspended from above,first the feet,then the legs,then the body,and at length the whole figure of a man present himself.It was Edward T--n.
He appeared to be guiding his descent so as to bring his feet upon the centre of the stone block which occupied the lower part of the window;and,having secured his footing upon this,he kneeled down and began to gaze into the room.As the moon was gleaming into the chamber,and the bed-curtains were drawn,he was able to distinguish the bed itself and its contents.He appeared satisfied with his scrutiny,for he looked up and made a sign with his hand,upon which the rope by which his descent had been effected was slackened from above,and he proceeded to disengage it from his waist;this accom-plished,he applied his hands to the window-frame,which must have been ingeniously contrived for the purpose,for,with apparently no resistance,the whole frame,containing casement and all,slipped from its position in the wall,and was by him lowered into the room.
The cold night wind waved the bed- curtains,and he paused for a moment--all was still again--and he stepped in upon the floor of the room.He held in his hand what appeared to be a steel instrument,shaped something like a hammer,but larger and sharper at the extremities.
This he held rather behind him,while,with three long,tip-toe strides,he brought himself to the bedside.
I felt that the discovery must now be made,and held my breath in momentary expectation of the execration in which he would vent his surprise and disappointment.
I closed my eyes--there was a pause,but it was a short one.I heard two dull blows,given in rapid succession: a quivering sigh,and the long-drawn,heavy breathing of the sleeper was for ever suspended.I unclosed my eyes,and saw the murderer fling the quilt across the head of his victim:he then,with the instrument of death still in his hand,proceeded to the lobby-door,upon which he tapped sharply twice or thrice.A quick step was then heard approaching,and a voice whispered something from without.
Edward answered,with a kind of chuckle,'Her ladyship is past complaining;unlock the door,in the devil's name,unless you're afraid to come in,and help me to lift the body out of the window.'
The key was turned in the lock--the door opened--and my uncle entered the room.
I have told you already that I had placed myself under the shade of a projection of the wall,close to the door.I had instinctively shrunk down,cowering towards the ground on the entrance of Edward through the window.When my uncle entered the room he and his son both stood so very close to me that his hand was every moment upon the point of touching my face.I held my breath,and remained motionless as death.
'You had no interruption from the next room?'said my uncle.
'No,'was the brief reply.
'Secure the jewels,Ned;the French harpy must not lay her claws upon them.
You're a steady hand,by G--!not much blood--eh?'
'Not twenty drops,'replied his son,'and those on the quilt.'
'I'm glad it's over,'whispered my uncle again.'We must lift the--the THINGthrough the window,and lay the rubbish over it.'
They then turned to the bedside,and,winding the bed-clothes round the body,carried it between them slowly to the window,and,exchanging a few brief words with some one below,they shoved it over the window-sill,and I heard it fall heavily on the ground underneath.
'I'll take the jewels,'said my uncle;
'there are two caskets in the lower drawer.'
He proceeded,with an accuracy which,had I been more at ease,would have furnished me with matter of astonishment,to lay his hand upon the very spot where my jewels lay;and having possessed himself of them,he called to his son:
'Is the rope made fast above?'
'I'm not a fool--to be sure it is,' replied he.
They then lowered themselves from the window.I now rose lightly and cautiously,scarcely daring to breathe,from my place of concealment,and was creeping towards the door,when I heard my cousin's voice,in a sharp whisper,exclaim:'Scramble up again!G--d d--n you,you've forgot to lock the room-door!'and I perceived,by the straining of the rope which hung from above,that the mandate was instantly obeyed.
