chamber,’ said he; ‘open that door - he’s in there.’

I was going to obey, but he suddenly arrested me, and added in the strangest tone - ‘Be so good as to turn your lock, and draw your bolt - don’t omit it!’

‘Well!’ I said. ‘But why, Mr. Earnshaw?’ I did not relish the notion of deliberately fastening myself in with Heathcliff.

‘Look here!’ he replied, pulling from his waistcoat a curiously- constructed pistol, having a double-edged spring knife attached to the barrel. ‘That’s a great tempter to a desperate man, is it not? I cannot resist going up with this every night, and trying his door. If once I find it open he’s done for; I do it invariably, even though