That same instant a match flared within the room and was applied to the wick of the lamp.

The narrow opening gave only a glimpse of half the room--the wash-stand, the chair, and lower part of the bed.

She saw Miss La Rue drop the match, then open her valise and go through it, swiftly.

She found nothing, and turned to the wash-stand drawer.

The latter was empty, and was instantly closed again, the girl staring about the room, as though at her wit's end.