Abruptly a thin cry cut the air.
Tremaine whirled, startled. Miss Carroll stared, eyes wide. A low rumble sounded, swelled louder, broke into a screech, cut off.
"Those are the sounds I heard that night," Miss Carroll breathed. "I thought afterwards I had imagined them, but I remember.... James, what does it mean?"
"Maybe it means Bram wasn't as crazy as you thought," Tremaine said.
Miss Carroll gasped sharply. "James! Look at the wall—"
Tremaine turned. Vague shadows moved across the stone, flickering, wavering.
"What the devil...!"
Bram moaned, stirred. Tremaine went to him. "Bram!" he said. "Wake up!"
Bram's eyes opened. For a moment he looked dazedly at Tremaine, then at Miss Carroll. Awkwardly he pushed himself to a sitting position.
"Bram ... you must lie down," Miss Carroll said.