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The
front
door
of
the
Riddle
House
bore
no
sign
of
being
forced
,
nor
did
any
of
the
windows
.
Frank
limped
around
to
the
back
of
the
house
until
he
reached
a
door
almost
completely
hidden
by
ivy
,
took
out
the
old
key
,
put
it
into
the
lock
,
and
opened
the
door
noiselessly
.
He
let
himself
into
the
cavernous
kitchen
.
Frank
had
not
entered
it
for
many
years
;
nevertheless
,
although
it
was
very
dark
,
he
remembered
where
the
door
into
the
hall
was
,
and
he
groped
his
way
towards
it
,
his
nostrils
full
of
the
smell
of
decay
,
ears
pricked
for
any
sound
of
footsteps
or
voices
from
overhead
.
He
reached
the
hall
,
which
was
a
little
lighter
owing
to
the
large
mullioned
windows
on
either
side
of
the
front
door
,
and
started
to
climb
the
stairs
,
blessing
the
dust
that
lay
thick
upon
the
stone
,
because
it
muffled
the
sound
of
his
feet
and
stick
.
On
the
landing
,
Frank
turned
right
,
and
saw
at
once
where
the
intruders
were
:
At
the
every
end
of
the
passage
a
door
stood
ajar
,
and
a
flickering
light
shone
through
the
gap
,
casting
a
long
sliver
of
gold
across
the
black
floor
.
Frank
edged
closer
and
closer
,
he
was
able
to
see
a
narrow
slice
of
the
room
beyond
.
The
fire
,
he
now
saw
,
had
been
lit
in
the
grate
.
This
surprised
him
.
Then
he
stopped
moving
and
listened
intently
,
for
a
man
's
voice
spoke
within
the
room
;
it
sounded
timid
and
fearful
.
"
There
is
a
little
more
in
the
bottle
,
My
Lord
,
if
you
are
still
hungry
.
"
"
Later
,
"
said
a
second
voice
.
This
too
belonged
to
a
man
-
but
it
was
strangely
high-pitched
,
and
cold
as
a
sudden
blast
of
icy
wind
.
Something
about
that
voice
made
the
sparse
hairs
on
the
back
of
Frank
's
neck
stand
up
.
"
Move
me
closer
to
the
fire
,
Wormtail
.
"
Frank
turned
his
right
ear
toward
the
door
,
the
better
to
hear
.
There
came
the
clink
of
a
bottle
being
put
down
upon
some
hard
surface
,
and
then
the
dull
scraping
noise
of
a
heavy
chair
being
dragged
across
the
floor
.
Frank
caught
a
glimpse
of
a
small
man
,
his
back
to
the
door
,
pushing
the
chair
into
place
.
He
was
wearing
a
long
black
cloak
,
and
there
was
a
bald
patch
at
the
back
of
his
head
.
Then
he
went
out
of
sight
again
.
"
Where
is
Nagini
?
"
said
the
cold
voice
.
"
I
-
I
do
n't
know
,
My
Lord
,
"
said
the
first
voice
nervously
.
"
She
set
out
to
explore
the
house
,
I
think
...
"
