"I still have very little recollection of what happened between my climbing out of our garden and dropping into theirs.
I remember that my feet were rather cold, but that is about all.
"It was near midnight, as you know, and the room it happened in--the study--had the brightest light of all.

An electric lamp was blazing on the writing-table at the window, and another from a bracket among the books.

The window was as wide open as it would go, the lower sash thrown right up; it was just above the scullery window, which is half underground, and has an outside grating.

The sill was only the height of one's chin.

I can tell you all that now, but at the time I knew very little until I was in the room itself.