She must brave real dangers in the wilds and live among rude men.

Besides, the pistol was on a table near the door.
Somebody moved as she went in, for there was a rustle and a board cracked, but her hand touched the pistol and she turned on the powerful electric torch.

As the beam of light swept across the room she saw that the drawer of a small writing-table had been pulled out.

Then the beam passed on and touched a man kneeling beside her open trunk.

The clothes she had not unpacked were scattered on the floor, as if the man had been looking for something, and a lantern stood near his hand.