his employer’s home. A perfect secretary he had proved himself to be, for his prescience amounted almost to clairvoyance, and his imperturbability was exceedingly useful in keeping troublesome people or things away from John Waring.
So, he determined to stay on guard, lest a chance caller should come to disturb the Doctor at his work.
But Lockwood’s own work was somewhat neglected. Try as he would to concentrate upon it, he could not entirely dismiss from his mind a certain mysterious little face, whose meaning eluded him. For once, Gordon Lockwood, reader of faces, was baffled. He couldn’t classify the girl who was both rude and charming, both cruel and pathetic.
For cruelty was what this expert read in the knowing eyes and firm little mouth of Miss Mystery. And because of this indubitable element in her nature, he deemed her pathetic. Which shows how much she interested him.
At any rate he thought about her while his work waited. And, then, he thought of other things – for he had troubles of his own, had this supercilious young man. And troubles which galled him the more, that they were sordid – money troubles, in fact. His whole nature revolted at the mere thought of mercenary considerations, but if one is short of funds one must recognize the condition, distasteful though it be.
At nine-thirty, Nogi came with a tray bearing water and glasses. Under the watchful eye of Mrs. Peyton the Japanese tapped at the study door and, in response to the master’s bidding, went in with his tray. He left it punctiliously on the table directed, and with his characteristic bow, departed again.
At ten-thirty, Mrs. Peyton and Helen went upstairs to their rooms, the housekeeper having given Nogi strict and definite instructions, which included his remaining on duty until the master should also retire.
And the night wore on.
A clear, cold night, with a late-rising moon, past the full, but still with its great yellow disk nearly round.
It shone down on what seemed like fairyland, for the sleet storm that had covered the trees with a coating of ice, and had fringed eaves and fences with icicles, had ceased, and left the glittering landscape frozen and sparkling in the still, cold air.
And when, some hours later, the sun rose on the same chill scene its rays made no perceptible impression on the cold and the mercury stayed down at its lowest winter record.
And so even the stolid Japanese Ito, shivered, and his yellow teeth chattered as he knocked at Mrs. Peyton’s door in the early dawn of Monday morning.
“What is it?” she cried, springing from her bed to unbolt her door.
“Grave news, madam,” and the Oriental bowed before her.
“What has happened? Tell me, Ito.”
“I am not sure, madam – but, the master – ”
“Yes, what about Doctor Waring?”
“He is – he is asleep in his study.”
“Asleep in his study! Ito, what do you mean?”
“That, madam. His bed is unslept in. His room door ajar. I looked in the study – through from the dining-room – he is there by his desk – ”
“Asleep, Ito – you said asleep!”
“Yes – madam – but – I do not know. And Nogi – he is gone.”
“Gone! Where to?”
“That also, I do not know. Will madam come and look?”
“No; I will not! I know something has happened! I knew something would happen! Ito, he is not asleep – he is – ”
“Don’t say it, madam. We do not know.”
“Find out! Go in and speak to him.”
“But the door is locked. I tried it.”
“Locked! The study door locked, and Doctor Waring still in there? How do you know?”
“I peeped from the dining-room window – and I could see him, leaning down on his desk.”
“From the dining-room window! What do you mean?”
“The small little inside windows. Madam knows?”
The study had been added to the Waring house after the house had been built for some years. Wherefore, the dining-room, previously with a lake view from its windows, was cut off from that view. But, the windows, three small, square ones, remained, and so, looked into the new study.
However, the study, a higher ceiling being desired, had its floor sunken six feet or more, which brought the windows far too high to see through from the study side, but one could look through them from the dining-room. The original sashes had been replaced by beautiful stained glass, opaque save for a few tiny transparent bits through which a persistent and curious-minded person might discern some parts of the study.
The stained glass sashes were immovable, and were there more as a decoration than for utility’s sake.
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