"Well, I would move them, if I were you. Somebody in the next house
was confoundedly anxious to see where you put them. Somebody right
at that window opposite."

I scoffed at the idea, but nevertheless I moved the papers, putting
them in my traveling-bag, well down at the bottom. McKnight watched
me uneasily.

"I have a hunch that you are going to have trouble," he said, as I
locked the alligator bag. "Darned if I like starting anything
important on Friday."

"You have a congenital dislike to start anything on any old day," I
retorted, still sore from my lost Saturday. "And if you knew the
owner of that house as I do you would know that if there was any one
at that window he is paying rent for the privilege."

Mrs. Klopton rapped at the door and spoke discreetly from the hall.

"Did Mr. McKnight bring the evening paper?" she inquired.

"Sorry, but I didn't, Mrs. Klopton," McKnight called. "The Cubs
won, three to nothing." He listened, grinning, as she moved away
with little irritated rustles of her black silk gown.

I finished my packing, changed my collar and was ready to go. Then
very cautiously we put out the light and opened the shutters. The
window across was merely a deeper black in the darkness. It was
closed and dirty. And yet, probably owing to Richey's suggestion,
I had an uneasy sensation of eyes staring across at me. The next