“What’s that? There’s some one up stairs!”
Larry was already running toward the hall, and I heard him springing up the steps like a cat, while Stoddard and I followed.
“Where’s Bates?” demanded the chaplain.
“I’ll thank you for the answer,” I replied.
Larry stood at the top of the staircase, holding a candle at arm’s length in front of him, staring about.
We could hear quite distinctly some one walking on a stairway; the sounds were unmistakable, just as I had heard them on several previous occasions, without ever being able to trace their source.
The noise ceased suddenly, leaving us with no hint of its whereabouts.
I went directly to the rear of the house and found Bates putting the dishes away in the pantry.
“Where have you been?” I demanded.
“Here, sir; I have been clearing up the dinner things, Mr. Glenarm. Is there anything the matter, sir?”