I will return to it and see what I can find to serve my purpose.

It is the Squire's private closet, hence it is not unlikely that here some at least of his clothing will be found." With these, thoughts, he cautiously sprung the iron under foot, peeped in, and, seeing all clear, boldly re-entered the apartment.

He went straight to a high, narrow door in the opposite wall.

The key was in the lock.

Opening the door, there hung several coats, small-clothes, pairs of silk stockings, and hats of the deceased.