“This is as far as I came when I chased Wags,” Kitty whispered, “but I distinctly could hear the strangest sounds coming from that room at the top of the stairs. I was afraid to go on alone.”
“Why, this must be part of the quarters occupied by the Sullys,” Doris told her. “I’ve seen them go up the back stairs any number of times. Do you think we should go up when they aren’t here? Cora is working in the kitchen and Henry is out in the garden.”
“But just listen,” Kitty commanded. “Some one is up there.”
The girls listened intently and to their startled ears there came a low moan, not unlike the sound they had heard during the night.
“You don’t suppose Henry could be up there?” Kitty whispered. “Perhaps he’s drunk.”
Doris shook her head.
“No, I saw him in the yard just before I came up to find you. It can’t be either Cora or Henry.”
“Then who can it be?”
“We’ll find out.”
Noiselessly, they crept up the stairs which creaked alarmingly underfoot. At the top of the landing they hesitated, a little afraid to open the door leading into the Sully suite. At last, summoning all of her courage, Doris turned the knob and pushed the door back a tiny way.