"
"What is that?" inquired my wife, turning her mild eyes upon me.
"You know the room in which old Captain Allen died?"
"Yes."
"The chamber on the north-west corner, which, as far as we know, has
been shut up ever since?"
"Yes, I remember your suspicion as to foul play on the part of Mrs.
Alien, who, it is believed, has never visited the apartment since
the Captain's death."
"Well, you will be surprised to hear that the shutters are unclosed,
and lights burning in that chamber."
"Now!"
"Yes--or at least half an hour ago."
"That is remarkable."
My wife looked puzzled.
"And more remarkable still--I saw shadows moving on the walls, as of
two or three persons in the room."
"Something unusual has happened," said my wife.
"Perhaps Mrs. Allen is dead."
This thought had not occurred to me. I turned it over for a few
moments, and then remarked,
"Hardly probable--for, in that case, I would have been summoned. No;
it strikes me that some strangers are in the house; for I am certain
that I saw a young girl come to the window and press her face close
up to one of the panes, as if trying to penetrate the darkness.
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