as I thumped; but when the door was opened in a few minutes, everything in the hall seemed very proper and prim, while the maid who came looked as stiff and disagreeable as could be. "For Miss Mimpriss, from Sir John Drinkwater," I said; "and I'll wait for an answer." "Very well," says the woman shortly. "I'll wait for an
answer," I said, for she was shutting the door. "Yes; I heard," she says, and the door was shut in my face. "Hang all old maids!"
I said. "They needn't be afraid of me;" and there I waited till I heard steps again and the door was opened; and the ill-looking woman says in a snappish tone: "Miss Adela Mimpriss's compliments, and she'll come across directly." "Any one would think I was a wild beast," I said to myself, as I went back and gave my message,
finding all
three in the room just as I had left them when I went away. STORY TWO, CHAPTER FIVE. JAMES BURDON SMELLS FIRE. Mr Barclay followed me out, and as soon as we were in the hall, "Burdon," he says, "you have a bunch of small keys, haven't you?" "Yes, Master Barclay, down in my pantry." "Lend them to me: I want to try if one of them will fit a lock of mine." He followed me down; and I was just handing them to him, when there was a d
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