Andnow，inthedarknessagain，shereachedthedoorwayoftheshop。Shehadnotmadeanynoise。Sheassuredherselfofthat。
Shehadneverknownthatshecouldmovesosilentlybefore-and-and-Yes，shewouldfightdownthispanicthatwasseizingher！
Shewould！Itwouldonlytakeaminutenow-justanotherminute-if-ifshewouldonlykeepherheadandhernerve。ThatwaswhatGypsyNanhadsaid。Sheonlyneededtokeephernerve。Shehadneverlostitinthefaceofmanyareallyseriousdangerwhenwithherfather-whyshouldshenow，whentherewasnothingbutthesilenceandthedarknesstobeafraidof！
Theflashlightwentonagain，itsraycreepinginquisitivelynowalongtherearwalloftheshop。Itheldfinallyonanescritoireoverinthefarcorneratherright。
Oncemorethelightwentout。Shemovedswiftlyacrossthefloor，andinamomentmorewasbendingovertheescritoire。Andnow，withherbodyhidingtheflashlight’sraysfromthefrontwindows，sheexaminedthedesk。Itwasanold-fashioned，spindle-leggedaffair，withanestofpigeonholesandmultifariouslittledrawers。