It was evidently very late, probably long after midnight but where was his Uncle Bob?
He sank back on his pillow intent and listening.

What he had heard, what he still expected to hear, he could not have told, but he was sure he had been roused by a cry of some sort.

A chilling terror that gripped him fast and would not let him go, mounted to his brain.

Once he thought he heard cautious steps beyond his door.

He could not be certain, yet he imagined the bull-necked landlord standing with his ear to some crack seeking to determine whether or not he slept.