? ? ? ? "What are you doing here, Barrymore?"
? ? ? ? "Nothing, sir." His agitation was so great that he could hardly speak, and the shadows sprang up and down from the shaking of his candle. "It was the window, sir. I go round at night to see that they are fastened."
? ? ? ? "On the second floor?"
? ? ? ? "Yes, sir, all the windows."
? ? ? ? "Look here, Barrymore," said Sir Henry sternly, "we have made up our minds to have the truth out of you, so it will save you trouble to tell it sooner rather than later. Come, now! No lies! What were you doing at that window??'
? ? ? ? The fellow looked at us in a helpless way, and he wrung his hands together like one who is in the last extremity of doubt and misery.
? ? ? ? "I was doing no harm, sir. I was holding a candle to the window."
? ? ? ? "And why were you holding a candle to the window?"
? ? ? ? "Don't ask me, Sir Henry -- don't ask me! I give you my word, sir, that it is not my secret, and that I cannot tell it.
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