Chapter 26 THE FIERY HAND

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mith walked ahead of me upstairs; he had snapped up the light in the hall-way, and now he turned and cried back loudly:

"I fear we should never get servants to stay here."

Again I detected the appeal to a hidden Audience; and there was something very uncanny in the idea. The house now was deathly still; the ringing had entirely subsided.