I then passed with light and less cautious steps through the parlour, but was surprized to discover that the kitchen door was secure.

I was compelled to acquiesce in the first conjecture that Carwin had escaped through the entry.
My heart was now somewhat eased of the load of apprehension.

I returned once more to my chamber, the door of which I was careful to lock.

It was no time to think of repose.

The moon-light began already to fade before the light of the day.