They took a step forward.
Another groan.
“I’m getting frightened,” whispered Kitty in a voice full of distress.
“Oh, Kitty, I think—”
“What can it be, Doris?”
“Look down the stairs again!”
Kitty obeyed, stepping noiselessly backward.
“It seems all right down there,” Kitty said, motioning with her hand in the direction of the floor below.
“Come!” said Doris.
Doris tiptoed across the sitting room and after a brief hesitation stooped down and peeped through the keyhole. Through the tiny aperture she looked into a barren and dismal bedroom. The curtains were drawn and at first she could distinguish little.