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 left that window open? Or, who had come to open it? I went to the window and leaned out. Five feet below me there was a sort of terrace over the semi-circular projection of a room on the ground-floor. One could, if one wanted, jump from the window on to the terrace, and allow oneself to drop from it into the court of the château. Whoever had entered by this road had, evidently, not had a key to the vestibule door. But why should I be thinking of my previous night's attempt with the ladder?—Because of the open window—left open, perhaps, by the negligence of a servant? I reclosed it, smiling at the ease with which I built a drama on the mere suggestion of an open window.

"Again the cry of the Bête du Bon Dieu!—and then silence. The rain ceased to beat on the window.  All in the château slept.  I walked with infinite precaution on the carpet of the gallery.  On reaching the corner of the 'right' gallery, I peered round it cautiously.  There was another lamp there with a reflector which quite lit up the several objects in it,—three chairs and some pictures hanging on the wall.  What was I doing there?  Perfect silence reigned throughout.  Everything was sunk in repose.  What was the instinct that urged me towards Mademoiselle Stangerson's chamber?  Why did a voice within me cry: 'Go on, to the chamber of Mademoiselle Stangerson!'  I cast my eyes down upon the carpet on which I was treading and saw that my steps were being directed towards Mademoiselle Stangerson's chamber by the marks of steps that had already been made there.  Yes, on the carpet were