Reassured, Miss Donovan
snuggled down into her pillow, unable to distinguish where the men
went, but satisfied they had sought their rooms. They would attempt
nothing more that night, and she had better gain what rest she could.
It was not easy falling asleep, in spite of the silence, but at last
she dropped off into a doze.
Suddenly some unusual noise aroused her, and she sat upright, unable
for the moment to comprehend what had occurred. All was still,
oppressively still; she could hear the pounding of her own heart. Then
something tingled at the glass of her window, sharply distinct, as
though a pebble had been tossed upward. Instantly she was upon her
feet, and had crossed the room, her head thrust out. The light in the
office had been extinguished, and the night was black, yet she could
make out dimly the figure of a man close in against the side of the
house, a mere hulking shadow. At the same instant he seemed to move
slightly, and some missile grazed her face, and fell upon the floor,
striking the rug with a dull thud.
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