We were in a very uncomfortable position.
Long after we had gone to bed Addison and I lay awake, talking of it in low tones; we tried to recollect everything that had gone on at home since the book was last seen.

I dropped asleep at last, and probably slept for two hours or more, when Addison shook me gently.
"Sh!" he whispered.

"Don't speak.

Some one is going downstairs." Listening, I heard a stair creak, as if under a stealthy tread.

Addison slipped softly out of bed, and I followed him.