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"
"
Which
room
did
you
hear
it
from
?
"
"
From
the
turret
-
room
,
before
the
ceiling
fell
.
"
"
But
I
heard
it
from
the
library
only
last
night
.
I
passed
the
doors
as
I
was
going
to
bed
,
and
I
heard
something
wailing
and
praying
just
as
plainly
as
I
hear
you
.
It
may
be
a
woman
—
—
"
"
Why
,
what
else
COULD
it
be
?
"
He
looked
at
me
hard
.
"
There
are
more
things
in
heaven
and
earth
,
"
said
he
.
"
If
it
is
a
woman
,
how
does
she
get
there
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
.
"
"
No
,
nor
I
.
But
if
it
is
the
other
thing
—
but
there
,
for
a
practical
business
man
at
the
end
of
the
nineteenth
century
this
is
rather
a
ridiculous
line
of
conversation
.
"
He
turned
away
,
but
I
saw
that
he
felt
even
more
than
he
had
said
.
To
all
the
old
ghost
stories
of
Thorpe
Place
a
new
one
was
being
added
before
our
very
eyes
.
It
may
by
this
time
have
taken
its
permanent
place
,
for
though
an
explanation
came
to
me
,
it
never
reached
the
others
.
And
my
explanation
came
in
this
way
.
I
had
suffered
a
sleepless
night
from
neuralgia
,
and
about
midday
I
had
taken
a
heavy
dose
of
chlorodyne
to
alleviate
the
pain
.
At
that
time
I
was
finishing
the
indexing
of
Sir
John
Bollamore
’
s
library
,
and
it
was
my
custom
to
work
there
from
five
till
seven
.
On
this
particular
day
I
struggled
against
the
double
effect
of
my
bad
night
and
the
narcotic
.
I
have
already
mentioned
that
there
was
a
recess
in
the
library
,
and
in
this
it
was
my
habit
to
work
.
I
settled
down
steadily
to
my
task
,
but
my
weariness
overcame
me
and
,
falling
back
upon
the
settee
,
I
dropped
into
a
heavy
sleep
.
