With a gasp of
exasperation, Helen flung back the bed clothes and sat up. Switching
on the light by the side of her bed she hunted for a book, but not
finding any, she contemplated for a short space of time a pair of
rubber-heeled shoes just showing themselves under the edge of a chair.
With sudden decision she left the bed and dressed rapidly. It was
not until she had put on her rubber-heeled shoes that she paused.
Her hesitation, however, was but brief. Stepping to the bureau, she
pulled out a lower drawer and running her hand inside, touched a
concealed spring. From the cavity thus exposed she took a small
automatic pistol, and with a stealthy glance about her, crept from
the room.
The library had been vacant fully an hour when a mouse, intent on
making a raid on the candy which Barbara had carelessly left lying
loose on one of the tables, paused as a faint creaking sound broke
the stillness, then as the noise increased, the mouse scurried back
to its hole. The noise resembled the turning of rusty hinges and
the soft thud of one piece of wood striking another.
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