CHAPTER XVIII
THE STAINED ROBE
GARTH had been aware of Nora's slow ascent. As he turned she reached the upper floor and the light from the well caught her face.
"A friend who has just come," Garth explained to Mrs. Taylor. "There is nothing to frighten you. The woman you saw is McDonald's daughter. I had satisfied myself she was in the house. We are pretty near our goal now."
"But why," Nora asked, "should McDonald's daughter cry through the house in this fashion? Why didn't Mrs. Taylor see her face?"
But Garth had started up the stairs. The two women followed, as if each was unwilling to be left alone. Garth snapped on his pocket lamp. The light shone on the only two doors on the attic floor. From behind the first keened once more that ghastly and smothered escape of suffering, scarcely audible. As Garth stepped towards the door Mrs. Taylor cried out again:
"Is it safe?"
"Don't go in there unprepared," Nora warned him.
"I want the woman in that room," Garth mut-
