All at once it seemed as if the room in which we were was peopled by spirits. There was the sound of voices, loud, clear, distinct. It was uncanny.
"He has just come in," remarked Craig.
"Who?" I asked.
"Lockwood—can't you recognize his voice? Listen."
I did listen intently, and the more my ears became adjusted, the more plainly I could distinguish two voices, that of a man and that of a woman. It was indeed Lockwood and the Senorita, far above us.
I would have uttered an exclamation of amazement, but I could not miss what they were saying.
"Then you—you believe what he says?" asked Lockwood earnestly.
"Professor Kennedy has the prints," replied Inez tremulously.
"You saw them?"
"Yes."