self Eaton's guide, ascended.
Eaton followed him and found another great hall upstairs. The servant
led him to one of the doors opening off this and into a large room,
fitted for a man's occupancy, with dark furniture, cases containing
books on hunting, sports and adventure, and smoking things; off this
was a dressing room with the bath next; beyond was a bedroom.

"These are to be your rooms, sir," the servant said. A valet appeared
and unpacked Eaton's traveling bag.

"Anything else, sir?" The man, who had finished unpacking his clothes
and laying them out, approached respectfully. "I've drawn your bath
tepid, sir; is that correct?"

"Quite," Eaton said. "There's nothing else."

"Very good. Good night, sir. If there's anything else, the second
button beside the bed will bring me, sir."

When the man had withdrawn noiselessly and closed the door, Eaton stood
staring about the rooms dazedly; then he went over and tried the door.
It opened; it was not locked. He turned about and went into the
dressing room and began taking off his clothes; he stepped into the
bathroom and felt the tepid bath. In a moment he was in the bath;
fifteen minutes later he was in bed with the window open beside him,
letting in the crisp, cool breeze. But he had not the slightest idea
of sleep; he had undressed, bathed, and gone to bed to convince himself
that what he was doing was real, that he was not acting in a dream.

He got up and went to the window and looked out, but the night was
cloudy and dark, and he could see nothing except some lighted windows.
As he watched, the light was switched out. Eaton went back to bed, but
amazement would not let him sleep.

He was in Santoine's house; he knew it could be no other than
Santoine's house. It was to get into Santoine's house that he had come
from Asia; he had thought and planned and schemed all through the long
voyage on the steamer how it was to be done. He would have been
willing to cross the Continent on foot to accomplish it; no labor that
he could imagine would have seemed too great to him if this had been
its end; and here it had been done without effort on his part,
naturally, inevitably! Chance and circumstance had done it! And as he
realized this, his mind was full of what he had to do in Santoine's
house. For many days he had not thought about that; it had seemed
impossible that he could have any opportunity to act for himself. And
the return to his thoughts o