Secure, however, in the inscrutability of my place of concealment, I felt no embarrassment whatever.
The officers bade me accompany them in their search.
They left no nook or corner unexplored.
At length, for the third or fourth time, they descended into the cellar.
I quivered not in a muscle.
My heart beat calmly as that of one who slumbers in innocence.
I walked the cellar from end to end.
I folded my arms upon my bosom, and roamed easily to and fro.
The police were thoroughly satisfied, and prepared to depart.
The glee at my heart was too strong to be restrained.