When everything had thus been arranged, I went to Witherspoon's to come home with the folks.

The sky was clouded and the night was very dark.

When we reached home the old man complained of having eaten too much--something he never had cause to complain of when he ate at home--and said that he believed he would lie down.
"'The window of the vault-room was never raised by the old man, and was kept fastened down with an old-time cast-iron catch.

I had broken this off; but, afraid that he might examine the window and the door, I went with him to his room.

And when he went into the vault-room to light the gas, I stood in the door and talked to him about his intended investment, and I talked so positively of the great profit he would surely make that he looked at neither the door nor the window.