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No answer. He was thrilled, and he loved being thrilled. In two strides he reached his door. Unlike Slightly's door it filled the aperture, so that he could not see beyond it, nor could the one knocking see him. 'I won't open unless you speak,' Peter cried. NO ANSWER HE WAS THRILLED AND HE LOVED BEING THRILLED IN TWO STRIDES HE REACHED HIS DOOR UNLIKE SLIGHTLY'S DOOR IT FILLED THE APERTURE SO THAT HE COULD NOT SEE BEYOND IT NOR COULD THE ONE LOOKING SEE HIM I WON'T OPEN UNLESS YOU SPEAK PETER CRIED
 sleeper, but not lest pity should unnerve him; merely to avoid spilling. Then one long gloating look he cast upon his victim, and turning, wormed his way with difficulty up the tree. As he emerged at the top he looked the very spirit of evil breaking from its hole. Donning his hat at its most rakish angle, he wound his cloak around him, holding one end in front as if to conceal his person from the night, of which it was the blackest part, and muttering strangely to himself stole away through the trees. Peter slept on. The light guttered and went out, leaving the tenement in darkness; but still he slept. It must have been not less than ten o'clock by the crocodile, when he suddenly sat up in his bed, wakened by he knew not what. It was a soft cautious tapping on the door of his tree. Soft and cautious, but in that stillness it was sinister. Peter felt for his dagger till his hand gripped it. Then he spoke. 'Who is that?' For long there was no answer: then again the knock. 'Who are you?  DID IT HE AVOIDED GLANCING AT THE SLEEPER BUT NOT LEST PITY SHOULD RENERVE HIM MERELY TO AVOID SPILLING THEN ONE LONG GLOATING LOOK HE CAST UPON HIS VICTIM AND TURNING WORMED HIS WAY WITH DIFFICULTY UP THE TREE AS HE EMERGED AT THE TOP HE LOOKED THE VERY SPIRIT OF EVIL BREAKING FROM ITS HOLE DONNING HIS HAT AT HIS MOST RAKISH ANGLE HE WOUND HIS CLOAK ROUND HIM HOLDING ONE END IN FRONT AS IF TO CONCEAL HIS PERSON FROM THE NIGHT OF WHICH IT WAS THE BLACKEST PART AND MUTTERING STRANGELY TO HIMSELF STOLE AWAY THROUGH THE TREES PETER SLEPT ON THE LIGHT GUTTED AND WENT OUT LEAVING THE TENEMENT IN DARKNESS BUT STILL HE SLEPT IT MUST HAVE BEEN NOT LESS THAN TEN O'CLOCK BY THE CROCODILE WHEN HE SUDDENLY SAT UP IN HIS BED WAKENED BY HE KNEW NOT WHAT IT WAS A SOFT CAUTIOUS TAPPING ON THE DOOR OF HIS TREE SOFT AND CAUTIOUS BUT IN THAT STILLNESS IT WAS SINISTER PETER FELT FOR HIS DAGGER TILL HIS HAND GRIPPED IT THEN HE SPOKE WHO IS THAT FOR LONG THERE WAS NO ANSWER THEN AGAIN THE KNOCK WHO ARE YOU
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