“I was a valet at the time, but I was not yet in the service of Lord Avon.  I applied for and gained that position with the one idea that it might give me an opportunity of settling my accounts with his younger brother.  And yet my chance was a terribly long time coming, for many months had passed before the visit to Cliffe Royal gave me the opportunity which I longed for by day and dreamed of by night.  When it did come, however, it came in a fashion which was more favourable to my plans than anything that I had ever ventured to hope for.

“Lord Avon was of opinion that no one but himself knew of the secret passages in Cliffe Royal.  In this he was mistaken.  I knew of them--or, at least, I knew enough of them to serve my purpose.  I need not tell you how, one day, when preparing the chambers for the guests, an accidental pressure upon part of the fittings caused a panel to gape in the woodwork, and showed me a narrow opening in the wall.  Making my way down this, I found that another panel led into a larger bedroom beyond.  That was all I knew, but it was all that was needed for my purpose.  The disposal of the rooms had been left in my hands, and I arranged that Captain Barrington should sleep in the larger and I in the smaller.  I could come upon him when I wished, and no one would be the wiser.

“And then he arrived.  How can I describe to you the fever of impatience in which I lived until the moment should come for which I had waited and planned.  For a night and a day they gambled, and for a night and a day I counted the minutes which brought me nearer to my man.  They might ring for fresh wine at what hour they liked, they always found me waiting and ready, so that this young captain hiccoughed out that I was the model of all valets.  My master advised me to go to bed.  He had noticed my flushed cheek and my bright eyes, and he set me down as being in a fever.  So I was, but it was a fever which only one medicine could assuage.

“Then at last, very early in the morning, I heard them push back their chairs, and I knew that their game had at last come to an end.  When I entered the room to receive my orders, I found that Captain Barrington had already stumbled off to bed.  The others had also retired, and my master was sitting alone at the table, with his empty bottle and the scattered cards in front of him.  He ordered me angrily to my room, and this time I obeyed him.

“My first care was to provide myself with a weapon.  I knew that if I were face to face with him I could tear his throat out, but I must so arrange that the fashion of his death should be a noiseless one.  There was a hunting trophy in the hall, and from it I took a straight heavy knife which I sharpened upon my boot.  Then I stole to my room, and sat waiting upon the side of my bed.  I had made up my mind what I should do.  There would be little satisfaction in killing him if he was not to know whose hand had struck the blow, or which of his sins it came to avenge.  Could I but bind him and gag him in his drunken sleep, then a prick or two of my dagger would arouse him to listen to what I had to say to him.  I pictured the look in his eyes as the haze of sleep cleared slowly away from them, the look of anger turning suddenly to stark horror as he understood who I was and what I had come for.  It would be the supreme moment of my life.