“Listen,” he whispered. “Can’t you hear him singing to himself down there?”
Deborah bent forward, and caught certain fitful, crooning sounds, which, rising from time to time to a loud, savage note, made her shiver.
“He sings like that when he has done some diabolical thing,” Sep went on. And Deborah heard his teeth chatter. “It would not be safe for you to go near him now.”
“But Lord St. Austell! What can have become of him?” asked Deborah with a sudden impulse of alarm stronger than any she had felt yet.
“Well, you can’t help him, anyhow,” said Sep shuddering.
“And Rees?”
Sep did not answer. They were inside the house now, listening to that terrible crooning.
“I must find out what has happened—what is going on,” said Deborah suddenly, with decision.
“You can’t see anything unless you go down into the first cellar,” said Sep, sulkily. “And then, if he heard you go, or saw you through the door, it would be all up with you.”
“Won’t you come down with me?”