"Why,—er—the—the things that were in my room."
"I can find nothing in your room, and neither can Mr. Dale."
"No—nothing? absolutely nothing, sir?"
"Not a thing out of the ordinary. Did you have a nightmare?" And the worthy master of the Hall looked sternly at his assistant.
"I—er—I don't think I did. I woke up suddenly, sir, and something flew by my head. Then something hit me in the face and got caught in my hair, and after that I—er—I was hit half a dozen times."
"Ahem! This is certainly extraordinary. You are sure you weren't dreaming?"
"I don't think I was, sir."
"Was your window open when you went to bed?"
"Yes, from the top."