I
justly value, I peered around and into the room. There was no desperado
there: only a fresh-faced, trembling-lipped servant, sitting on the edge
of her bed, with a quilt around her shoulders and the empty revolver at
her feet.

We were victorious, but no conquered army ever beat such a retreat
as ours down the tower stairs and into the refuge of the living-room.
There, with the door closed, sprawled on the divan, I went from one
spasm of mirth into another, becoming sane at intervals, and suffering
relapse again every time I saw Hotchkiss' disgruntled countenance. He
was pacing the room, the tongs still in his hand, his mouth pursed
with irritation. Finally he stopped in front of me and compelled my
attention.

"When you have finished cackling," he said with dignity, "I wish to
justify my position. Do you think the--er--young woman up-stairs put
a pair of number eight boots to dry in the library last night? Do you
think she poured the whisky out of that decanter?"

"They have been known to do it," I put in, but his eye silenced me.

"Moreover, if she had been the person who peered at you over the
gallery railing last night, don't you suppose, with her--er--belligerent
disposition, she could have filled you as full of lead as a window
weight?"

"I do," I assented. "It wasn't Alice-sit-by-the-fire. I grant you that.
Then who was it?"

Hotchkiss felt certain that it had been Sullivan, but I was not so sure.
Why would he have crawled like a thief into his own house? If he had
crossed the park, as seemed probable, when we did, he had not made any
attempt to use the knocker. I gave it up finally, and made an effort to
conciliate the young woman in the tower.

We had heard no sound since our spectacular entrance into her room. I
was distinctly uncomfortable as, alone this time, I climbed to the tower
staircase. Reasoning from before, she would probably throw a chair at
me. I stopped at the foot of the staircase and called.

"Hello up there," I said, in as debonair a manner as I could summon.
"Good morning. Wie geht es bei ihen?"

No reply.

"Bon jour, mademoiselle," I tried again. This time there was a movement
of some sort from above, but nothing fell on me.

"I--we want to apologize for rousing you so--er--unexpectedly this
morning," I went on. "The fact is, we wanted to talk to you, and
you--you were hard to waken. We are travelers, lost in your mountains,
and we crave a breakfast and an audience."

She c