"It might have been upstairs, but it didn't sound so.

What did it sound like to you ?" "Like a footstep at first; and then like something falling--and rustling.

Oh, what is the matter ?" Mrs.Coffin was glancing back down the hall with a strange expression on her face.

Her grip upon the broom handle tightened.
"What IS it ?" pleaded the girl in an agonized whisper.
"Grace," was the low reply, "I've just remembered somethin'.

That study door isn't stuck from the damp, because--well, because I remember now that it was open this mornin'." Before her companion could fully grasp the import of this paralyzing fact, Keziah strode down the hall and seized the knob of the study door.
"Whoever you are in there," she commanded sternly, "open this door and come out this minute.