key with which he opened a drawer, and, after some search, took out the recently made will. Then, he took his spectacles from the box and tried to fix them on his nose, but in the process the opium fumes repeatedly made him nod, so he was long about it. Finally, the spectacles duly fixed, Krishna Kanta glanced at the will, and, laughing, said, "Rohini, you think I am old and wandering? See! there is my signature."
Rohini. "Heaven forbid! You are not old. You are obliged to call us your grand-children, but that counts for nothing. Well, I'm off. I'll go and tell uncle."
In the dead of night Krishna Kanta's sleep was suddenly broken in upon. Waking, he perceived there was no light in his room. He always kept a light burning through the night, but now he saw it was extinguished. At the same time a sound entered his ear as though some one were turning a key; also it seemed as if some one were stepping about the room. The person came to the head of his bed, put a hand
