Part 12 (2/2)

”Who is there?” cried Thaddeus, standing at the head of the stairs, his knees all of a shake, but whether from fear or from cold, as an admirer of Thaddeus I prefer not to state.

Apparently the stage-whisper in which this challenge to a possible burglar was uttered rendered it unavailing, for there was no reply; but that there was some one below who could reply Thaddeus was now convinced, for there were sounds in the library--sounds, however, suggestive of undue attention to domestic duties rather than of that which fate has mapped out for house-breakers. The library floor was apparently being swept.

”That's the biggest idiot of a burglar I've ever heard of,” said Thaddeus, returning to his room.

”Wh-wha-what, d-dud-dear?” mumbled Mrs. Perkins, burying her ear in the pillow for comfort now that she was compelled to take her nose away so that she might talk intelligibly.

”I say that burglar must be an idiot,” repeated Thaddeus. ”What do you suppose he is doing now?”

”Wh-wha-what, d-dud-dear?” asked Bessie, apparently unable to think of any formula other than this in speaking, since this was the second time she had used it.

”He is sweeping the library.”

”Then you must not go down,” cried Bessie, sitting up, and losing her fear for a moment in her anxiety for her husband's safety. ”A burglar you might manage, but a maniac--”

”I must go, Bess,” said Thaddeus, firmly.

”Then I'm going with you,” said Mrs. Perkins, with equal firmness.

”Now, Bess, don't be foolish,” returned Thaddeus, his face a.s.suming a graver expression than his wife had ever seen there. ”This is my work, and it is none of yours. I positively forbid you to stir out of this room. I shall be very careful, and you need have no concern for me. I shall go down the backstairs and around by the porch, and peep in through the library window first. The moonlight will be sufficient to enable me to see all that is necessary.”

”Very well,” acquiesced Bessie, ”only do be careful.”

Thaddeus donned his long bath-robe, put on his slippers, and started to descend. The stairs were so dark that he could with difficulty proceed--and perhaps it was just as well for Thaddeus that they were. If there had been light enough for him to see two great glaring eyes that stared at him through that darkness out from the pa.s.sageway at the foot of the stairs, upon which he turned his back when he went out upon the porch, it is not unlikely that a very serious climax to his strange experience would have been reached then and there. As it was, he saw nothing, but kept straight ahead, stepped noiselessly out upon the piazza, crept stealthily along in the soft light of the moon, until he reached the library window.

There he stopped and listened. All was still within--so still that the beating of his heart seemed like the hammering of a sledge upon an anvil by contrast. Then, raising himself cautiously upon his toes, he peered through the window into the room, the greater part of which was made visible by the wealth of the moon's light streaming into it.

”Humph!” said Thaddeus, after he had directed his searching gaze into every corner. ”There isn't anybody there at all. Most incomprehensible thing I ever heard of.”

Rising, he walked back to the piazza door, and went thence boldly into the library and lit the gas. His piazza observations were then verified, for the room was devoid of life, save for Thaddeus's own presence; but upon the floor before the hearth was a broom, and there were evidences also that the sweeping sounds he had heard had been caused by no less an instrument than this, for in the corner of the fireplace was a heap of dust, cigar ashes, and sc.r.a.ps of paper, which Thaddeus remembered had been upon the hearth in greater or less quant.i.ty when he had turned out the gas to retire a few hours before.

”This is a serious matter,” he said to himself. ”Something is wrong, and I doubt if there have been burglars in the house; but I can ascertain that without trouble. If the doors and windows are all secure the trouble is internal.”

Every accessible door and window on the bas.e.m.e.nt and first floor was examined, and, with the exception of the piazza door, which Thaddeus remembered to have unlocked himself a few minutes before, every lock was fastened. The disturbance had come from within.

”And Bess must never know it,” said he; ”it would worry her to death.” And then came a thought to Thaddeus's mind that almost stopped the beating of his heart. ”Unless she has discovered it in my absence,” he gasped. In an instant he was mounting the stairs to hasten to Bessie's side, as though some terrible thing were pursuing him.

”Well, what was it, Ted?” she asked, as he entered the room.

Perkins gave a sigh of relief. All was safe enough above-stairs at least.

”Nothing much,” said Thaddeus, in a moment. ”There is no one below.”

”But what could it have been?”

”I haven't the slightest idea,” said Thaddeus, ”unless it was a stray cat in the house. The sweeping sound may have been caused by a cat scratching its collar--or purring--or--or--something. At any rate, things appear to be all right, my dear, so let's go to sleep.”

Thaddeus's a.s.sumed confidence in the rightness of everything, rather than his explanations, was convincing to Mrs. Perkins, and in a very short while she was sleeping the sleep of the just and serene; but to Thaddeus's eye there came no more sleep that night, and when morning came he rose unrefreshed. There were two problems confronting him. The first was to solve the mystery of the swept library floor; the second was to do this without arousing his wife's suspicions that anything was wrong. To do the first he deemed it necessary to remain at home that day, which was easy, for Thaddeus was more or less independent of office-work.

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