response. I therfore went in and took my
Revolver from his bureau, but there was somthing wrong with the spring
and it went off. It broke nothing, and as for Hannah saying it nearly
killed her, this is not true. It went into her mattress and wakened her,
but nothing more.

Carter wakened up and yelled, but I went out into the hall and said:

"I have taken my Revolver, which belongs to me anyhow. And don't dare to
come out, because you are not dressed."

I then went into my chamber and closed the door firmly, because the
servants were coming down screaming and Hannah was yelling that she was
shot. I explained through the door that nothing was wrong, and that I
would give them a dollar each to go back to bed and not alarm my dear
parents. Which they promised.

It was then midnight, and soon after my Familey returned and went
to bed. I then went downstairs and put on a dark coat because of not
wishing to be seen, and a cap of father's, wishing to apear as masculine
as possable, and went outside, carrying my weapon, and being careful
not to shoot it, as the spring seemed very loose. I felt lonely, but not
terrafied, as I would have been had I not known the Theif personaly and
felt that he was not of a violent tipe.

It was a dark night, and I sat down on the verandah outside the fatal
window, which is a French one to the floor, and waited. But suddenly my
heart almost stopped. Some one was moving about INSIDE!

I had not thought of an acomplice, yet such there must be. For I could
hear, on the hill, the noise of my automobile, which is not good on
grades and has to climb in a low geer. How terrable, to, to think of us
as betrayed by one of our own MENAGE!

It was indeed a cricis.

However, by getting in through a pantrey window, which I had done since
a child for cake and so on, I entered the hall and was able, without a
sound, to close and lock the library door. In this way, owing to nails
in the windows, I thus had the Gilty Member of our MENAGE so that only
the one window remained, and I now returned to the outside and covered
it with a steady aim.

What was my horror to see a bag thrust out through this window and set
down by the unknown within!

Dear reader, have you ever stood by and seen a home you loved looted,
despoiled and deprived of even the egg spoons, silver after-dinner
coffee cups, jewels and toilet articals? If not, you cannot comprehand
my greif and stern resolve to recover them, at whatever c