Midnight
I intend to follow my plan of last night , and watch the kennel . The door , leading into the garden , is bolted , securely . I am consciously glad there are bars to the windows ... . Night : -- Midnight has gone . The dog has been silent , up to the present . Through the side window , on my left , I can make out , dimly , the outlines of the kennel . For the first time , the dog moves , and I hear the rattle of his chain .