15/44 He left the room so quietly that Helen did not even lift her eyes. The house had all the lighted trembling dusk of the snowy afternoon; there was no sound save the ticking of the clocks. He might come upon the Jampot at any moment, but this was just the hour when she liked to drink her cup of tea in the kitchen; he knew from deep and constant study every movement of her day. He reached without trouble the little dark corkscrew servants' staircase. |