But why should I be thinking of my previous night's attempt with the ladder ?--Because of the open window--left open, perhaps, by the negligence of a servant?
I reclosed it, smiling at the ease with which I built a drama on the mere suggestion of an open window.
"Again the cry of the Bete du Bon Dieu!--and then silence.

The rain ceased to beat on the window.

All in the chateau slept.

I walked with infinite precaution on the carpet of the gallery.

On reaching the corner of the 'right' gallery, I peered round it cautiously.