CHAPTER XXXIX
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Shemustwriteanote.Theimpinthebackofhermindlaughed.Ineverystoryshehadeverreadwhenarunawaywifedecampedfromhomesheleftanote,generallyonthepin-cushion.Itwasnotaveryoriginalidea.Butonehadtoleavesomethingintelligible.Whatwastheretodobutwriteanote?Shelookedvaguelyaboutherforsomethingtowritewith.Ink?Therewasnone.ValancyhadneverwrittenanythingsinceshehadcometotheBlueCastle,savememorandaofhouseholdnecessariesforBarney.Apencilsufficedforthem,butnowthepencilwasnottobefound.ValancyabsentlycrossedtothedoorofBluebeard’sChamberandtriedit.Shevaguelyexpectedtofinditlocked,butitopenedunresistingly.Shehadnevertrieditbefore,anddidnotknowwhetherBarneyhabituallykeptitlockedornot.Ifhedid,hemusthavebeenbadlyupsettoleaveitunlocked.Shedidnotrealisethatshewasdoingsomethinghehadtoldhernottodo.Shewasonlylookingforsomethingtowritewith.Allherfacultieswereconcentratedondecidingjustwhatshewouldsayandhowshewouldsayit.Therewasnottheslightestcuriosityinherasshewentin
