Shewentonagain-throughaswingingpantrydoorwithextremecare，andintoasmallhall。“Ontheright，“theSparrowhadsaid。
Yes，hereitwas；adoorthatopenedontherearofthelibrary，evidently。Shelistenedagain。Therewasnosound-savethesilence，thatseemedtogrowloudnow，andpalpitate，andmakegreatnoises。Andnow，inspiteofherself，herbreathwascominginquick，hardlittlecatches，andtheflashlight’sray，thatshesentaroundher，waveredandwasnotsteady。Shebitherlips，assheswitchedoffthelight。Whyshouldshebeafraidofthis，wheninanotherfiveminutesshemeanttoinviteattention！
Shepushedthedoorinfrontofheropen，foundithungwithaheavyportiereinside，brushedtheportiereaside，steppedthroughintotheroom，stoodstillandmotionlesstolistenoncemore，andthentheflashlightcircledinquisitivelyabouther。
Itwasthelibrary。Hereyeswidenedalittle。Atherleft，overagainstthewall，themangleddoorofasafestoodwideopen，andthefloorforaradiusofyardsaroundwaslitteredwithpapersanddocuments。Theflashlight’sraylifted，andshefolloweditwithhereyesasitmadethecircuitofthewalls。Oppositethesafe，andquitenearthedoorwayinwhichshestood，wasawindowrecess，portiered；diagonallyacrossfromherwasanotherdoorthatled，presumably，intothemainhallofthehouse；thewallsweretapestried，andhunghereandtherewithclustersofancienttrophies，greatmetalshields，andswords，andcuriousarms，thatgaveasortofbarbaricsplendortotheluxuriousfurnishingsoftheapartment。
Sheworkedquicklynow。Inamomentshewasatthewindowportieres，and，drawingtheseaside，shequietlyraisedthewindow，andlookedout。Thewindowwasonthesideofthehouseawayfromthecrossstreet，andshenoddedherheadreassuringlytoherselfasshenotedthatitgaveonanarrowstripofgrass，itcouldnotbecalledlawn，thatseparatedtheHayden-Bondmansionfromthehousenextdoor；thatthewindowwaslittlemorethanshoulder-highfromtheground；andthattheAvenuewaswithineasyandinvitingreachalongthatlittlestripofgrassbetweenthetwohouses。