The Oakdale Affairby Edgar Rice Burroughs Chapter One The house on the hill showed lights only upon the first floor--in the spacious reception hall, the dining room, and those more or less mysterious purLieus thereof from which emanate disagreeable odors and agreeable foods.
From behind a low bush across the wide lawn a pair of eyes transferred to an alert brain these simple per-ceptions from which the brain deduced with Sherlock-ian accuracy and Raffleian purpose that the family of the president of The First National Bank of--Oh, let's call it Oakdale--was at dinner, that the servants were be-low stairs and the second floor deserted.
The owner of the eyes had but recently descended from the quarters of the chauffeur above the garage which he had entered as a thief in the night and quitted apparelled in a perfectly good suit of clothes belong-ing to the gentlemanly chauffeur and a soft, checked cap which was now pulled well down over a pair of large brown eyes in which a rather strained expression might have suggested to an alienist a certain neophy-tism which even the stern set of well shaped lips could not effectually belie.
Apparently this was a youth steeling himself against a natural repugnance to the dangerous profession he had espoused; and when, a moment later, he stepped out into the moonlight and crossed the lawn toward the house, the slender, graceful lines which the ill-fitting clothes could not entirely conceal carried the conviction of youth if not of innocence.
The brazen assurance with which the lad crossed the lawn and mounted the steps to the verandah suggested a familiarity with the habits and customs of the inmates of the house upon the hill which bespoke long and care-ful study of the contemplated job.An old timer could not have moved with greater confidence.No detail seemed to have escaped his cunning calculation.Though the door leading from the verandah into the reception hall swung wide to the balmy airs of late Spring the prowler passed this blatant invitation to the hospitality of the House of Prim.It was as though he knew that from his place at the head of the table, with his back toward the great fire place which is the pride of the Prim dining hall, Jonas Prim commands a view of the major portion of the reception hall.
Stooping low the youth passed along the verandah to a window of the darkened library--a French window which swung open without noise to his light touch.Step-ping within he crossed the room to a door which opened at the foot of a narrow stairway--a convenient little stair-way which had often let the Hon.Jonas Prim to pass from his library to his second floor bed-room unnoticed when Mrs.Prim chanced to be entertaining the femi-nine elite of Oakdale across the hall.A convenient little stairway for retiring husbands and diffident burglars--yes, indeed!
The darkness of the upper hallway offered no obstacle to this familiar housebreaker.He passed the tempting luxury of Mrs.Prim's boudoir, the chaste elegance of Jonas Prim's bed-room with all the possibilities of forgot-ten wallets and negotiable papers, setting his course straight for the apartments of Abigail Prim, the spinster daughter of the First National Bank of Oakdale.Or should we utilize a more charitable and at the same time more truthful word than spinster? I think we should, since Abigail was but nineteen and quite human, de-spite her name.
Upon the dressing table of Abigail reposed much sil-ver and gold and ivory, wrought by clever artisans into articles of great beauty and some utility; but with scarce a glance the burglar passed them by, directing his course straight across the room to a small wall safe cleverly hidden by a bit of tapestry.
How, Oh how, this suggestive familiarity with the innermost secrets of a virgin's sacred apartments upon the part of one so obviously of the male persuasion and, by his all too apparent calling, a denizen of that under-world of which no Abigail should have intimate knowl-edge? Yet, truly and with scarce a faint indication of groping, though the room was dark, the marauder walked directly to the hidden safe, swung back the tapestry in its frame, turned the knob of the combina-tion and in a moment opened the circular door of the strong box.
A fat roll of bills and a handful of jewelry he trans-ferred to the pockets of his coat.Some papers which his hand brushed within the safe he pushed aside as though preadvised of their inutility to one of his calling.Then he closed the safe door, closed the tapestry upon it and turned toward a dainty dressing table.From a drawer in this exquisite bit of Sheraton the burglar took a small, nickel plated automatic, which he slipped into an inside breast pocket of his coat, nor did he touch another article therein or thereon, nor hesitate an in-stant in the selection of the drawer to be rifled.His knowledge of the apartment of the daughter of the house of Prim was little short of uncanny.Doubtless the fellow was some plumber's apprentice who had made good use of an opportunity to study the lay of the land against a contemplated invasion of these holy pre-cincts.
But even the most expert of second story men nod and now that all seemed as though running on greased rails a careless elbow raked a silver candle-stick from the dressing table to the floor where it crashed with a resounding din that sent cold shivers up the youth's spine and conjured in his mind a sudden onslaught of investigators from the floor below.
The noise of the falling candlestick sounded to the taut nerved house-breaker as might the explosion of a stick of dynamite during prayer in a meeting house.
That all Oakdale had heard it seemed quite possible, while that those below stairs were already turning ques-tioning ears, and probably inquisitive footsteps, upward was almost a foregone conclusion.