"I'd better be about it, too," he thought savagely, "or I'll never make my train."
He struck his last match, looked around, and, seeing gas jets among the clustered electric bulbs of the sconces, tried to light one and succeeded.
He had left his suit case in the passageway between the front and rear rooms, and now, cautiously, stick in hand, he turned toward the dim corridor leading to the bedroom. There was his suit case, anyway! He picked it up and started to push open the door of the rear room; but at the same time, and before he could lay his hand on the knob, the door before him opened suddenly in a flood of light, and a woman stood there, dark against the gas-lit glare, a pistol waveringly extended in the general direction of his head.
"Good heavens!" he said, appalled, and dropped his suit case with a crash.
"W-what are you d-doing--" She controlled her voice and the wavering weapon with an effort. "What are you doing in this house?"
"Doing? In _this_ house?" he repeated, his eyes protruding in the direction of the unsteady pistol muzzle. "What are _you_ doing in this house--if you don't mind saying!"
"I--I m-must ask you to put up your hands," she said. "If you move I shall certainly s-shoot off this pistol."
"It will go off, anyway, if you handle it like that!" he said, exasperated. "What do you mean by pointing it at me?"
"I mean to fire it off in a few moments if you don't raise your hands above your head!"
He looked at the pistol; it was new and shiny; he looked at the athletic young figure silhouetted against the brilliant light.
"Well, if you make a point of it, of course." He slowly held up both hands, higher, then higher still. "Upon my word!" he breathed. "Held up by a woman!" And he said aloud, bitterly: "No doubt you have assistance close at hand."
"No doubt," she said coolly. "What have you been packing into that valise?"
"P-packing into _what_? Oh, into that suit case? That is my suit case."
"Of course it is," she said quietly, "but what have you inside it?"
"Nothing _you_ or your friends would care for," he said meaningly.
"I must be the judge of that," she retorted. "Please open that suit case."
"How can I if my hands are in the air?" he expostulated, now intensely interested in the novelty of being held up by this graceful and vaguely pretty silhouette.