In all that big house, and it was much bigger than it looked from the front because of the long wings that ran out on each side of its back--in all that big house there was no one but Philip.

He felt certain of this before he ran upstairs and looked in all the bedrooms and in the little picture gallery and the music-room, and then in the servants' bedrooms and the very attics.

There were interesting things in those attics, but Philip only remembered that afterwards.

Now he tore down the stairs three at a time.

All the room doors were open as he had left them, and somehow those open doors frightened him more than anything else.