"But I must ask M'sieur not to fill the bath too
full, for it is a great affair to empty it!"
He shut the door carefully, and led the way upstairs.
"Here we are," he whispered at last. "I hope M'sieur will be satisfied.
This is a room which was occupied by a charming Polish lady, Madame
Wolsky, who was a friend of M'sieur's friend, Madame Bailey. But she left
suddenly a week ago, and so we have the room at M'sieur's disposal."
He put the candle down, and bowed himself out of the room.
Chester looked round the large, bare sleeping chamber in which he found
himself with the agreeable feeling that his long, hot, exciting day was
now at an end.
Yes, it was a pleasant room--bare, and yet furnished with everything
essential to comfort. Thus there was a good big, roomy arm-chair, a
writing-table, and a clock, of which the hands now pointed to a quarter
to one o'clock.
The broad, low bed, pushed back into an alcove as is the French fashion,
looked delightfully cool and inviting by the light of his one candle.
When M. Malfait had shown him into the room the window was wide open to
the hot, starless night, but the landlord, though he had left the window
open, had drawn the thick curtains across it.
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