“Oh, I’m glad to hear that.”
The lane ended in a yard and in a tall dingy house, which appeared as if it had been uninhabited for years.
Taking a stone from the ground, Laura Stanbridge knocked several times against the door, and then, pausing for a moment, gave a single rap.
“Are we to go in here, then?” inquired the boy.
“Yes, certainly. This is our destination.”
The door swung open, and they entered.
But they had not yet gained the unhallowed precincts of the mysterious habitation.
Alf was watching the movements of his mistress with evident anxiety.
Another door was before them with a glass window above it.
Miss Stanbridge wetted her finger and rubbed it across the window in such a way as to elicit a loud screeching noise.