“Hurry up, Fay,” he called. “What are you doing?”
The silence that greeted him puzzled him. What was she up to? he wondered. She had been in there for over ten minutes.
He stood listening. He heard nothing but the steady tick-tick-tick of the clock on the mantelpiece and the rain beating against the window.
Then suddenly the lights in the room went out, plunging him into hot, inky darkness.
For a moment he was badly startled, then he realized a fuse must have blown. He groped for the table and set his glass down.
“Fay!” he called, raising his voice. “Where’s the fuse box? I’ll fix it.”
He thought he heard a door creak as if it were stealthily opening.
“Have you got a flashlight?” he asked.
The silence that greeted him sent a sudden chill crawling up his spine.
“Fay! Did you hear me?”