room up there. But, dear me! what an observant young lady we have come upon. Who would have believed it? Who would have ever believed it?â He spoke in a jesting tone, but there was no jest in his eyes as he looked at me. I read suspicion there and annoyance, but no jest.
âWell, Mr. Holmes, from the moment that I understood that there was something about that suite of rooms which I was not to know, I was all on fire to go over them. It was not mere curiosity, though I have my share of that. It was more a feeling of dutyâa feeling that some good might come from my penetrating to this place. They talk of womanâs instinct; perhaps it was womanâs instinct which gave me that feeling. At any rate, it was there, and I was keenly on the lookout for any chance to pass the forbidden door.
âIt was only yesterday that the chance came. I may tell you that, besides Mr. Rucastle, both Toller and his wife find something to do in these deserted rooms, and I once saw him carrying a large black linen bag with him through the door. Recently he has been drinking hard, and yesterday evening he was very drunk; and when I came upstairs there was the key in the door. I have no doubt at all that he had left it there. Mr. and Mrs. Rucastle were both downstairs, and the child was with them, so that I had an admirable opportunity. I turned the key gently in the lock, opened the door, and slipped through.
âThere was a little passage in front of me, unpapered and uncarpeted, which turned at a right angle at the farther end. Round this corner were three doors in a line, the first and third of which were open. They each led into an empty room, dusty and cheerless, with two windows in the one and one in the other, so thick with dirt that the evening light glimmered dimly through them. The centre door was closed, and across the outside of it had been fastened one of the broad bars of an iron bed, padlocked at one end to a ring in the wall, and fastened at the other with stout cord. The door itself was locked as well, and the key was not there. This barricaded door corresponded clearly with the shuttered window outside, and yet I could see by the glimmer from beneath it that the room was not in darkness. Evidently there was a skylight which let in light from above. As I stood in the passage gazing at the sinister door and wondering what secret it might veil, I suddenly heard the sound of steps within the room and saw a shadow pass backward and forward against the little slit of dim light which shone out from under the door. A mad, unreasoning terror rose up in me at the sight, Mr. Holmes. My overstrung nerves failed me suddenly, and I turned and ranâran as though some dreadful hand were behind me clutching at the skirt of my dress. I rushed down the passage, through the door, and straight into the arms of Mr. Rucastle, who was waiting outside.
ââSo,â said he, smiling, âit was you, then. I thought that it must be when I saw the door open.â
ââOh, I am so frightened!â I panted.
ââMy dear young lady! my dear young lady!ââyou cannot think how caressing and soothing his manner wasââand what has frightened you, my dear young lady?â
âBut his voice was just a little too coaxing. He overdid it. I was keenly on my guard against him.
ââI was foolish enough to go into the empty wing,â I answered. âBut it is so lonely and eerie in this dim light that I was frightened and ran out again. Oh, it is so dreadfully still in there!â
ââOnly that?â said he, looking at me keenly.
ââWhy, what did you think?â I asked.
ââWhy do you think that I lock this door?â
ââI am sure that I do not know.â
ââIt is to keep people out who have no business there. Do you see?â He was still smiling in the most amiable manner.
ââI am sure if I had
Weston Ochse, David Whitman