Quite without my volition they flew, first to one corner, then to another.

The room was light, there were no shadowy nooks in it, yet I felt an irresistible desire to peer into every place not directly under my eye.

I knew it to be folly, and, after succumbing to the temptation of taking a sly look behind a certain tall screen, I resolutely set myself to curb my restlessness and to peruse in good earnest the article I had begun.

To make sure of myself, I articulated each word aloud, and to my exceeding satisfaction had reached the second column when I found my voice trailing off into silence, and every sense alarmingly alert.

Yet there was nothing, absolutely nothing in this well-lighted, cozy family-room to awaken fear.