Robert W Chambers

The Common Law Robert W Chambers

There was a long, brisk, decisive ring at the door. He continued working. After an interval the bell rang again, briefly, as though the light touch on the electric button had lost its assurance. "Somebody's confidence has departed," he thought to himself, busy with a lead-weighted string and a stick of soft charcoal wrapped in silver foil. For a few moments he continued working, not inclined to trouble himself to answer the door, but the hesitating timidity of a third appeal amused him, and he walked out into the hallway and opened the door. In the dim light a departing figure turned from the stairway: "Do you wish a model?" she asked in an unsteady voice. "No," he said, vexed. "Then-I beg your pardon for disturbing you-" "Who gave you my name?" he demanded. "Why-nobody-" "Who sent you to me? Didn't anybody send you?" "No." "But how did you get in?" "I-walked in.