She went into her room quietly. The noise had ceased, and everything

was quiet. Then she sat down on the side of her bed, and, feeling

faint--she was subject to spells--("I told you that when I came, didn't

I, Rosie?" "Yes'm, indeed she did!")--she put her head down on her

pillow and-"Took a nap. All right!" I said. "Go on."

"When I came to, Miss Innes, sure as I'm sittin' here, I thought I'd

die. Somethin' hit me on the face, and I set up, sudden. And then I

seen the plaster drop, droppin' from a little hole in the wall. And

the first thing I knew, an iron bar that long" (fully two yards by her

measure) "shot through that hole and tumbled on the bed. If I'd been

Advertisement..

still sleeping" ("Fainting," corrected Rosie) "I'd 'a' been hit on the

head and killed!"

"I wisht you'd heard her scream," put in Mary Anne. "And her face as

white as a pillow-slip when she tumbled down the stairs."

"No doubt there is some natural explanation for it, Eliza," I said.

"You may have dreamed it, in your 'fainting' attack. But if it is

true, the metal rod and the hole in the wall will show it."

Eliza looked a little bit sheepish.

"The hole's there all right, Miss Innes," she said. "But the bar was

gone when Mary Anne and Rosie went up to pack my trunk."

"That wasn't all," Liddy's voice came funereally from a corner. "Eliza

said that from the hole in the wall a burning eye looked down at her!"

"The wall must be at least six inches thick," I said with asperity.

"Unless the person who drilled the hole carried his eyes on the ends of

a stick, Eliza couldn't possibly have seen them."

But the fact remained, and a visit to Eliza's room proved it. I might

jeer all I wished: some one had drilled a hole in the unfinished wall

of the ball-room, passing between the bricks of the partition, and

shooting through the unresisting plaster of Eliza's room with such

force as to send the rod flying on to her bed. I had gone up-stairs

alone, and I confess the thing puzzled me: in two or three places in

the wall small apertures had been made, none of them of any depth. Not

the least mysterious thing was the disappearance of the iron implement

that had been used.

I remembered a story I read once about an impish dwarf that lived in

the spaces between the double walls of an ancient castle. I wondered

vaguely if my original idea of a secret entrance to a hidden chamber

could be right, after all, and if we were housing some erratic guest,

who played pranks on us in the dark, and destroyed the walls that he

might listen, hidden safely away, to our amazed investigations.




Most Popular