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Larose was in a decidedly uneasy frame of mind that night as he lay upon his bed in the darkness, behind his bolted door, waiting for the chimes of one o'clock to strike. He had discarded his evening clothes but he was fully dressed and all ready to slip like a shadow out of his window into the grounds below.
He was not worrying in any way about the dogs for he knew he would only have to run about 20 yards to reach the outer door of the billiard-room, and he was confident that, if his instructions had been carried out, the animals would never approach that side of the house, at any rate until long after he had finished what he intended to do.