finally aware of a movement in the room, and at first it seemed to be in keeping with the supernatural fears Nora had imposed on him.
He aroused himself. He commenced to reason. He had not heard the door open or close, but the intruder must have entered that way. Again his ears caught a sly scraping sound as of one walking stealthily, and the sound was nearer the bed—between the window recess and the bed. Garth thrust his revolver and his lamp through the narrow opening between the curtains and pressed the control. There was no more shuffling. Nora swayed closer. The light revealed all of Garth's doubts. He became efficient again. For, while there was a ghoul-like quality about the picture his lamp had suddenly illuminated, the figure bending over the body was sufficiently human. In this position, however, because of the dressing gown and the slippers, its sex remained undefined, but Garth, remembering his examination of the housekeeper's room, thought he knew. Yet he couldn't understand what the creature was doing. One hand had partly drawn from beneath the mattress what appeared to be a long and wide piece of jet black cloth.
"Game's up!" Garth said. "I've got you. Turn around and let me have a look at your pretty face."
The bent shoulders twitched.
"Come!" Garth said harshly. "You're no ghost. You can't evaporate before our eyes again."
Then with a gesture of repulsion the hand let the
