How still everything is!" It was while she was standing here and just after she had said this that the stillness was broken by a sound.

It was another cry, but not quite like the one she had heard last night; it was only a short one, a fretful childish whine muffled by passing through walls.
"It's nearer than it was," said Mary, her heart beating rather faster.
"And it is crying." She put her hand accidentally upon the tapestry near her, and then sprang back, feeling quite startled.

The tapestry was the covering of a door which fell open and showed her that there was another part of the corridor behind it, and Mrs.Medlock was coming up it with her bunch of keys in her hand and a very cross look on her face.
"What are you doing here ?" she said, and she took Mary by the arm and pulled her away.

"What did I tell you ?" "I turned round the wrong corner," explained Mary.

"I didn't know which way to go and I heard some one crying." She quite hated Mrs.
Medlock at the moment, but she hated her more the next.
"You didn't hear anything of the sort," said the housekeeper.