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CHAPTER THREE

too, as she moved across them to the front door. As she anticipated, the heavy bolt had been drawn and the big iron key turned in the lock.
It took all her strength to move them, but when she had done so, the door was open and Francis stepped over the threshold, drawing his hat from his head.
" Thank you," he whispered.
Even though the words were hardly breathed, Lizbeth shushed him into silence. She closed the door and strove to shoot the bolt, but it was too heavy for her. She beckoned to Francis and he moved it into place, making a faint sound which caused Lizbeth to say again:
" Hush!"
He smiled at her. It was as if he scorned her fears. He bent to kiss her cheek as if in gratitude for what she had done for him. His lips were warm and she smelt the fumes of wine upon his breath. He had been drinking, she thought, not heavily, but enough to make him careless and not so fearful as he might be at other times.
The most dangerous part of their journey now lay before them. As they walked across the hall, Lizbeth looked down at Francis' boots. Would it be best, she wondered, for him to remove them before he went up the stairs? And even as she considered whispering to him to do so, she saw Francis' eyes widen as he looked towards the head of the stairs.
The expression on his face made her look up with a sudden sense of horror and what she saw made her draw in her breath with a sudden, audible gasp. The door of her father's room was open and light was streaming forth from it on to the passage at the top of the stairs. For just one second Lizbeth watched it, fascinated. Then into the passage came first her stepmother holding a silver candlestick in her hand, and behind her Sir Harry with his night-cap on his head and also carrying a candle.
Catherine wore a peignoir of white silk over her nightgown and her hair was in two long plaits on either side of her face. Her eyes were dark and spiteful, her lips were smiling as if she was delighting in the scene that was about to take place. It was enough for Lizbeth to look at her to know who had bolted the door.

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