and reaching the wall, instead of being puzzled, seemed to examine with satisfaction the place where the tapestry had hung. He returned then to the middle of the room for a chair. There was the sound of something he carried being put down; then he seemed to get up on the chair—the spot of light glowed against the wall where a tall man, standing upon a chair, would hold an electric lamp stretched toward the ceiling.
Hereford crept out from behind the bathroom door the better to watch him. The man, with one hand stretched up the wall toward the ceiling, was attempting to reach the top of the heavy molding at the very top of the wall next the ceiling. Hereford could hear him breathing heavily as he discovered that even standing on the chair he was still far from reaching it—the uneven breathing
