“Let’s go and see then. I don’t like to be prowling about the house alone in the night.”
“Why?” said the major gruffly. “Because it’s your own?”
“Don’t banter. I feel sure that the cry came from Miss Emlin’s room.”
“Well, why not ring for the maids?”
“Because I consider it to be my duty to see if anything is the matter first. Ready?”
“Yes.”
“Come on.”
Sir John led the way out into the corridor, and the brothers listened with their shadows thrown grotesquely on the walls; but all was perfectly silent, and the major looked enquiringly at his brother.
“Well,” he said; “isn’t it a pity to disturb the house?”
“Come this way.”