“The noise seemed to come from over this way,” he said, moving toward one of the big windows near the front.
Even as he spoke, the sound broke out afresh, immediately above his head.
Frank looked up. He could see nothing, yet that mournful wailing continued, and at last died away again.
“There’s certainly nothing up there,” he announced, peering into the shadows.
“There must be!” exclaimed Biff, close at his heels.
“Hold the lamp. I’ll soon find out.”
Biff took the lamp, and Frank dragged a chair over to the wall. He stood on the chair and began examining the surface of the logs. At last, just when the sound broke out again, he gave vent to a howl of laughter.
“I’ve found it!”
“What was it?”
Biff raised the lamp.