“Oh, no, it was too dull for us. We came round through the grove under Whimble and across the lawn south of the House to the cat-head door. The door wasn’t latched, and we simply walked into the vestibule, and we would have gone straight upstairs, but Millicent remembered a book she had left in the Hall of the Moth. So she went in there to get it, and I waited by the steps, but a moment later I heard her give a small scream. I ran in—”
“What had you seen, Miss Mertoun?” asked Aire, turning to the English girl.
“Something looked in the window. Paula saw it, too.”
“ ‘Something’ is a trifle vague, isn’t it?”
“But we don’t know what it was.”
“Well, what was its shape, and how was it dressed?”
“It was as tall as a man, maybe taller,” said Miss Lebetwood, “and it was wrapped in a long black robe from the top of its—head to the ground.”
“That’s the creature Oxford and I saw on the lawn that first night,” I exclaimed.
Aire asked, “What was its face like?”
Miss Lebetwood spoke in a matter-of-fact tone. “It didn’t have any face.”