The key was in the lock, and Tom Fool as he listened softly turned it, then lifted the latch, peeped in, and entered.  Richard started to his elbow, and stared wildly about him.  Tom made him an anxious sign, and, fevered as he was and but half awake, Richard, whether he understood it or not, anyhow kept silence, while Tom Fool approached the bed, and began to talk rapidly in a low voice, trembling with apprehension.  It was some time, however, before Richard began to comprehend even a fragment here and there of what he was saying.  When at length he had gathered this much, that his visitor was running no small risk in coming to him, and was in mortal dread of discovery, he needed but the disclosure of who he was, which presently followed, to spring upon him and seize him by the throat with a gripe that rendered it impossible for him to cry out, had he been so minded.

‘Master, master!’ he gurgled, ’let me go.  I will swear any oath you please—­’

‘And break it any moment you please,’ returned Richard through his set teeth, and caught with his other hand the coverlid, dragged it from the bed, and, twisting it first round his face, flung the remainder about his body; then, threatening to knock his brains out if he made the least noise, proceeded to tie him up in it with his garters and its own corners.  No sound escaped poor Tom beyond a continuous mumbled entreaty through its folds.  Richard laid him on the floor, pulled all the bedding upon the top of him, and gliding out, closed the door, but, to Tom’s unspeakable relief, as his ears, agonizedly listening, assured him, did not lock it behind him.

Tom’s sole anxiety was now to get back to his garret unseen, and nothing was farther from his thoughts than giving the alarm.  The moment Richard was out of hearing—­out of sight he had been for some stifling minutes—­he devoted his energies to getting clear of his entanglement, which he did not find very difficult; then stepping softly from the chamber, he crept with a heavy heart back as he had come through a labyrinth of by-ways.

About half an hour after, Dorothy came gliding through the house, making a long circuit of corridors.  Gladly would she have avoided passing Amanda’s door, and involuntarily held her breath as she approached it, stepping as lightly as a thief.  But alas! nothing save incorporeity could have availed her.  The moment she had passed, out peeped Amanda and crept after her barefooted, saw her to her joy enter the chamber and close the door behind her, then ’like a tiger of the wood,’ made one noiseless bound, turned the key, and sped back to her own chamber—­with the feeling of Mark Antony when he said, ‘Now let it work!’

Dorothy was startled by a slight click, but concluded at once that it was nothing but a further fall of the latch, and was glad it was no louder.  The same moment she saw, by the dim rushlight, the signs of struggle which the room presented, and discovered that Richard was gone.  Her first emotion was an undefined agony:  they had murdered him, or carried him off to a dungeon!  There were the bedclothes in a tumbled heap upon the floor!  And—­yes—­it was blood with which they were marked!  Sickening at the thought, and forgetting all about her own situation, she sank on the chair by the bedside.