Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 211: what you’re looking at

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ocr GUY HAMMERSLEY. He remained on that floor long enough, however, to satisfy himself of one thing: that the major had been shut in a room specially reserved for him and had forced his way out. Pulling aside a portiére at the end of this upper hallway, Guy beheld the solution of the mystery, for a mystery he certainly held it to be that a man so far gone in dementia as Majot Warburton should be left to roam at will in such a mansion. Behind the curtain just mentioned was a door with a hole in it just below the lock as large as Guy’s fist. It had evidently been whittled out with a knife so that the occupant’s hand could be thrust through and the bolt slid back. Stepping inside for an instant, Guy beheld an apartment almost luxurious in its fur- nishings, a suze of them in fact, for parlor and dining- room, chamber and bath, opened out of one another. But he had no time to make a close inspection. He must see if there was not some means of leaving the house which contained such a fearful skeleton in its closet. Retracing his steps, he descended the main stair- way, and was almost deafened by the shouts and blows which the old gentleman was keeping up in the china closet. | ‘‘If he should get out now I’m afraid he would kill us,” Guy told himself with a shudder he could not repress. And yet he felt that he had done the right thing in confining him. But what ifhe had that knife with him still ? ‘‘I had better inspect the china closet door,” re- flected Guy. Gomichbooks (E(0) m