"Somewhat disturbed! It has been altogether broken up!" interrupted my brother.
"Be silent, John," I whispered, pinching him.
Mr. Howard went on:
"By an inexplicable circumstance, namely, the flying open of the doors, after we had carefully and securely locked them."
"We haven't slept a wink since we have been in the house. We have spent the nights in jumping up out of bed to lock the doors, and only to have them unlocked and fly open in our faces," said John.
"I thank you, gentlemen, for the information you have given me. Agnes, my dear, have you been disturbed?"
"Yes, sir."
"How?"
"In the same manner, sir, by the unaccountable flying open of the door after I had locked it," said I, suppressing the fact, or fancy, of the mysterious midnight visitant.
"My dear, you have never complained of this before."