“Oh, mon Dieu! Mon Dieu!” he cried. “What shall I do? What shall I do?”
“What on earth’s the matter?” I was completely puzzled.
“My questions! Oh, my questions! They are gone! I am spooked!”
It was a difficult task not to laugh. I knew Hill was sitting with a face like a blank wall, but I dared not look at him.
“Are you sure you brought them?” I asked.
The Pimple jumped up again. “I wrote them in the office,” he cried, dancing with excitement, “and then I came here! Certainly I brought them!”
There was a sudden crash and two distinct thumps on the landing outside. The noise sounded very loud in the empty house. We all looked at one another.
“What was that?” the Pimple whispered.
“It’s the Spooks, I think,” said I. “We often hear noises at night. But I’ll see.” I took up a spare candle and lit it.
“Be careful!” said Hill solemnly.