When I reached the house I found, to my astonishment,

that the window I had left open as I scrambled

out the night before was closed. I dropped my bag and

crept to the front door, thinking that if Bates had discovered

my absence it was useless to attempt any further

deception. I was amazed to find the great doors

of the main entrance flung wide, and in real alarm I

ran through the hall and back to the library.

The nearest door stood open, and, as I peered in, a

curious scene disclosed itself. A few of the large cathedral

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candles still burned brightly in several places,

their flame rising strangely in the gray morning light.

Books had been taken from the shelves and scattered

everywhere, and sharp implements had cut ugly gashes

in the shelving. The drawers containing sketches and

photographs had been pulled out and their contents

thrown about and trampled under foot.

The house was as silent as a tomb, but as I stood on

the threshold trying to realize what had happened, something

stirred by the fireplace and I crept forward, listening,

until I stood by the long table beneath the great

chandelier. Again I heard a sound as of some animal

waking and stretching, followed by a moan that was

undoubtedly human. Then the hands of a man clutched

the farther edge of the table, and slowly and evidently

with infinite difficulty a figure rose and the dark face

of Bates, with eyes blurred and staring strangely, confronted

me.

He drew his body to its height, and leaned heavily

upon the table. I snatched a candle and bent toward

him to make sure my eyes were not tricking me.

"Mr. Glenarm! Mr. Glenarm!" he exclaimed in

broken whispers. "It is Bates, sir."

"What have you done; what has happened?" I demanded.

He put his hand to his head uncertainly and gaped

as though trying to gather his wits.

He was evidently dazed by whatever had occurred,

and I sprang around and helped him to a couch. He

would not lie down but sat up, staring and passing his

hand over his head. It was rapidly growing lighter,

and I saw a purple and black streak across his temple

where a bludgeon of some sort had struck him.

"What does this mean, Bates? Who has been in the

house?"

"I can't tell you, Mr. Glenarm."

"Can't tell me! You will tell me or go to jail!

There's been mischief done here and I don't intend to

have any nonsense about it from you. Well-?"

He was clearly suffering, but in my anger at the sight

of the wreck of the room I grasped his shoulder and

shook him roughly.

"It was early this morning," he faltered, "about two

o'clock, I heard noises in the lower part of the house.

I came down thinking likely it was you, and remembering

that you had been sick yesterday-"




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