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Oliver decided not to tell Mr. Bundy immediately of what he had heard; but, for his own part, he decided to watch carefully, lest Denton might attempt in any 长沙桑拿信息 way to injure them.
CHAPTER XXXIII. A MIDNIGHT ATTACK.
O LIVER and his guardian retired about ten o’clock. Mr. Bundy was
not long in going to sleep. Unlike Oliver, he had no care or anxiety on his mind. As we have said, he was not a man to harbor suspicion.
With our hero it was different. He knew the real character of Denton, and could not help fancying that he must have some personal object in bringing them to this house, and installing them in a room adjoining his own.
Oliver carefully locked the door, leaving the key in the lock. There was but one door, and this led into the hall.
“Now,” thought our hero, “Denton can’t get in except through the keyhole.”
This ought to have quieted him for the night, but it did not. An indefinable suspicion, which he could not explain, made him uneasy. It was this, probably, that prompted him to go to the closet in which he knew that 长沙桑拿按摩贴吧 Nicholas Bundy kept a pistol. At times he placed the pistol under his pillow, but he had not done so to-night, considering it quite unnecessary in a quiet boarding-house.
“I don’t suppose there’s any need of it,” thought Oliver; “but I’ll take it and put it under my own pillow.”
Nicholas Bundy was already asleep. He was a sound sleeper and did not observe what Oliver was doing, otherwise he would have asked an explanation.
This might have been hard to give, except the chance knowledge he had gained of Denton’s character.
An hour passed and still Oliver remained awake. At about this time he heard a noise in the adjoining room as of someone moving about.
“It is Denton come home,” he said to himself.
Presently the noise ceased, and Oliver concluded that his disreputable neighbor had gone to bed.
He began to be rather ashamed of his suspicions.
“Of course he can’t get in 长沙桑拿场子推荐 here, since there is but one door, and that locked,” he reflected. “It is foolish for me to lie awake all night. I may as well imitate Mr. Bundy’s example and go to sleep.”
Oliver was himself fatigued, having been about the streets all day, and now that his anxiety was relieved he, too, soon fell into a slumber. But his sleep was neither deep nor refreshing; it was troubled by dreams, or rather by one dream, in which Denton figured.
It was this, perhaps, that broke the bonds of sleep. At any rate, he found himself almost in an instant broad awake, with his eyes resting on a figure, clearly seen in the moonlight, standing beside Nicholas Bundy’s bed examining the pockets
of his coat and pantaloons, which rested on a chair close beside.
Immediately all his senses were on the alert. In one swift glance he saw all. The figure was that of Denton, and an opening in the panel between the two rooms showed how he had got in. It was clear that this was a decoy house, especially intended to admit of such nefarious deeds.
Denton’s back was turned to Oliver, and he was quite unaware, therefore, that the boy had awakened. Bundy lay before him in profound sleep, and from a careless glance he had concluded that the boy also was asleep.