“No, sir. I swooned away, or whatever you may call it. I lost all consciousness, and when I come to, the thing was gone.”
“Ever see her again?” inquired Mr. Bruce, conversationally.
“No, sir,” and Stebbins eyed him uninterestedly. It was impossible to annoy the story teller. “No, I never seen her.”
“Heard her?” asked Braye.
“Yes; many’s the time. But—I ain’t never slept in that room since.”
“I should say not!” cried Eve. “But I will! I’ll brave the phantasm. I’d be glad to see her. I’m not afraid.”
“You needn’t be,” said Mr. Bruce, with a short laugh. “You won’t see anything, Miss Carnforth. I’d be willing to try it, too.”
“What other manifestations have you experienced?” asked Braye. “What have you heard?”
“Mostly groans——”
“And hollow laughter,” interrupted Bruce. “Those are the regulation sounds, I believe.”