Jennings started on seeing this object, but having no time to think (for he did not wish to rouse her suspicions), he slipped the knife in his vest and ran again to the door.

After a lot of ostentatious fumbling he managed to turn the key again and open the door.

Juliet was flushed and looked at him angrily.

But she cast no second look at the cornice, which showed Jennings that she did not suspect his ruse.
"Your dress caught the door and shut it," he explained, "the lock seems to be out of order." "I never knew it was," said Juliet, examining it; "it always locked easy enough before." "Hum," thought Jennings, "so you have been here before and you have kept the door locked on account of the knife probably," but he looked smilingly at the girl all the time.
"I am sorry," he said, when she desisted from her examination.
"It's my fault," said Juliet unsuspiciously, and closed the door.

She led the way along the passage and down the stairs.