The Mysterious State Room a Tale of the Mississippi

It was midnight, and all slept in the vast cabins, all on board the immense steamer, save the watch on deck. But Louise and Genevieve were awake, and so was the prisoner. Beside his door heavily slept the officer, trusting to the chains to bind, and the waters to keep his charge in safety. Softly Genevieve opened the door of her state-room and stole forth into the cabin. The swinging lamp burned dimly and cast a pale glare around. She crossed to the state-room of the prisoner.