That night everything went well.  Knowing that Miss Trelawny herself was not on guard, Doctor Winchester and I doubled our vigilance.  The Nurses and Mrs. Grant kept watch, and the Detectives made their visit each quarter of an hour.  All night the patient remained in his trance.  He looked healthy, and his chest rose and fell with the easy breathing of a child.  But he never stirred; only for his breathing he might have been of marble.  Doctor Winchester and I wore our respirators, and irksome they were on that intolerably hot night.  Between midnight and three o’clock I felt anxious, and had once more that creepy feeling to which these last few nights had accustomed me; but the grey of the dawn, stealing round the edges of the blinds, came with inexpressible relief, followed by restfulness, went through the household.  During the hot night my ears, strained to every sound, had been almost painfully troubled; as though my brain or sensoria were in anxious touch with them.  Every breath of the Nurse or the rustle of her dress; every soft pat of slippered feet, as the Policeman went his rounds; every moment of watching life, seemed to be a new impetus to guardianship.  Something of the same feeling must have been abroad in the house; now and again I could hear upstairs the sound of restless feet, and more than once downstairs the opening of a window.  With the coming of the dawn, however, all this ceased, and the whole household seemed to rest.  Doctor Winchester went home when Sister Doris came to relieve Mrs. Grant.  He was, I think, a little disappointed or chagrined that nothing of an exceptional nature had happened during his long night vigil.

At eight o’clock Miss Trelawny joined us, and I was amazed as well as delighted to see how much good her night’s sleep had done her.  She was fairly radiant; just as I had seen her at our first meeting and at the picnic.  There was even a suggestion of colour in her cheeks, which, however, looked startlingly white in contrast with her black brows and scarlet lips.  With her restored strength, there seemed to have come a tenderness even exceeding that which she had at first shown to her sick father.  I could not but be moved by the loving touches as she fixed his pillows and brushed the hair from his forehead.

I was wearied out myself with my long spell of watching; and now that she was on guard I started off to bed, blinking my tired eyes in the full light and feeling the weariness of a sleepless night on me all at once.

I had a good sleep, and after lunch I was about to start out to walk to Jermyn Street, when I noticed an importunate man at the hall door.  The servant in charge was the one called Morris, formerly the “odd man,” but since the exodus of the servants promoted to be butler pro tem.  The stranger was speaking rather loudly, so that there was no difficulty in understanding his grievance.  The servant man was respectful in both words and demeanour; but he stood squarely in front of the great double door, so that the other could not enter.  The first words which I heard from the visitor sufficiently explained the situation: