One of the French windows was wide open. There was no one on
the lawn; there was no sound.
"Mrs. M'Gregor swears that I always forget to shut these windows at
night!" he muttered.
He closed and bolted the window, stood for a moment looking out across
the empty lawn, then turned and went out of the room.
CHAPTER II
THE PIBROCH OF THE M'GREGORS
Dr. Stuart awoke in the morning and tried to recall what had occurred
during the night. He consulted his watch and found the hour to be six
a. m. No one was stirring in the house, and he rose and put on a
bath robe. He felt perfectly well and could detect no symptoms of
nervous disorder. Bright sunlight was streaming into the room, and
he went out on to the landing, fastening the cord of his gown as he
descended the stairs.
His study door was locked, with the key outside. He remembered having
locked it. Opening it, he entered and looked about him. He was
vaguely disappointed. Save for the untidy litter of papers upon the
table, the study was as he had left it on retiring. If he could
believe the evidence of his senses, nothing had been disturbed.
Not content with a casual inspection, he particularly examined those
papers which, in his dream adventure, he had believed to have been
submitted to mysterious inspection. They showed no signs of having
been touched. The casement curtains were drawn across the recess
formed by the French windows, and sunlight streamed in where,
silhouetted against the pallid illumination of the moon, he had seen
the man in the cowl.
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