“You know the room in which old Captain Allen died?”
“Yes.”
“The chamber on the north-west corner, which, as far as we know, has been shut up ever since?”
“Yes, I remember your suspicion as to foul play on the part of Mrs. Allen, who, it is believed, has never visited the apartment since the Captain's death.”
“Well, you will be surprised to hear that the shutters are unclosed, and lights burning in that chamber.”
“Now!”
“Yes—or at least half an hour ago.”
“That is remarkable.”
My wife looked puzzled.
“And more remarkable still—I saw shadows moving on the walls, as of two or three persons in the room.”