Bunting went across the room and looked behind the screen, while Mr. For half a minute, perhaps, they stood gaping, then Mrs. Yet their conviction that they had, that very moment, heard somebody moving in the room had amounted to a certainty.

Bunting, fiercely, and then stooped amazed. Gripping the poker firmly, he rushed into the room, closely followed by Mrs. They heard the chink of money, and realised that the robber had found the housekeeping reserve of gold, - two pounds ten in half sovereigns altogether.

Bunting's courage the persuasion that this burglar was a resident in the village. Bunting, her face white and intent, crept slowly downstairs after him. He stood there in the hall undecided what to do, and Mrs. Bunting was now in the hall, and through the crack of the door he could see the desk and the open drawer and a candle burning on the desk. Then came an imprecation, and a match was struck and the study was flooded with yellow light. Then something snapped, the drawer was opened, and there was a rustle of papers. Bunting's tread, and the slight movements in the study. Everything was still except the faint creaking of the stairs under Mr. There was a faint shimmer of light in the hall, but the study doorway yawned impenetrably black. The hour was about four, and the ultimate darkness of the night was past. He heard quite distinctly a fumbling going on at his study desk down-stairs, and then a violent sneeze.Īt that he returned to his bedroom, armed himself with the most obvious weapon, the poker, and descended the staircase as noiselessly as possible. He did not strike a light, but putting on his spectacles, her dressing-gown and his bath slippers, he went out on the landing to listen. As soon as she felt assured of this, she aroused the Rev. She then distinctly heard the pad, pad, pad of bare feet coming out of the adjoining dressing-room and walking along the passage towards the staircase. She did not arouse her husband at first, but sat up in bed listening. Bunting, it seems, woke up suddenly in the stillness that comes before the dawn, with the strong impression that the door of their bedroom had opened and closed. It occurred in the small hours of Whit-Monday - the day devoted in Iping to the Club festivities. The facts of the burglary at the vicarage came to us chiefly through the medium of the vicar and his wife. You should visit Browse Happy and update your internet browser today! The embedded audio player requires a modern internet browser.

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