It was an essential part of my plan that no one should know the house had been occupied that night. I had kept watch, thinking that if harm were intended to Quarles the trap would be made ready previously. How and by whom I had not fully considered. Now I determined not to leave the house during the day.
I would be there when Quarles came that night.
I scribbled a note to him, explaining what I was doing, and I said that if the agent should accompany him to the house I would remain hidden until the agent had gone. This note I gave to Burroughs, and instructed him to explain matters to the constable.
I had provided myself with a flask and some dry biscuits in case of contingencies, and prepared to pa.s.s the day as comfortably as I could. It is needless to say that in daylight I examined that haunted room again, especially the looking-gla.s.s.
It was in an ornamental wooden frame fixed on the wall, formed, in fact, a finish to a wooden dado. It was like the fixed overmantel one finds sometimes in small modern villas, only it wasn"t over the mantelpiece.
I think there was nothing in the room which I did not examine carefully, but I did not sit there; I preferred the front room.
It was an immense relief when I saw Quarles and another man, the agent, come through the gate.
It was between eight and nine, and I retired to the bas.e.m.e.nt to be out of the way. The agent stayed about half an hour, and they were chiefly in the haunted room together.
"I sincerely hope your report will set at rest this silly idea that the house is haunted," I heard the agent say as they came down to the hall.
"When my client returns he will be pretty mad about it."
"When does he return?" asked Quarles.
"I don"t know. I haven"t had a line from him since he went away, but the sum I have received for him in rent doesn"t amount to much, I can tell you."
I expected to find the professor rather ill-tempered at my interference, but I found him inclined to raillery.
"Are you hunting a murderer or a ghost, Wigan?" he asked.
"I am not quite sure, but I think at the back of my mind there is an idea to keep you out of the clutches of the subtle personality of whom you are afraid. Come up to the haunted room; we will talk there, but it must be in whispers. If I have had any success it is believed that you are in this house alone to-night."
"A foolish old man alone, eh?"
"In this instance I am inclined to answer yes."
"You are quite right to say exactly what you think," he returned.
"Have you considered the possibility that some one is trading on your known enthusiasm for psychological research?" I asked.
"Surely you do not mean Randall?"
"No, but he may have been used as a tool. Frankly now, would you have undertaken this business just at the present time had it not been for Dr. Randall?"
"Probably not."
"So if you are being deceived it is being managed very subtly."
"You are full of supposition. Let us get to work. You speak in your letter of an experience you had last night. What was it?"
"You will say no doubt that my fear of the supernatural got the better of me."
I told him the story of the looking-gla.s.s as we stood in front of it, our two faces looking out at us dimly.
"Come away from it now, Wigan," he said when I had finished. "Burroughs thought you had fallen asleep, did he? You are convinced you were not dreaming, I presume?"
"At the time I confess Burroughs rather shook my faith in myself, but during the day I have become certain that I did not sleep."
Sitting on the other side of the bed--Quarles was very particular where he sat in the room--he questioned me closely about the actions of the shadows, and I answered him as well as I could. Only a very vague picture was in my mind.
"It may astonish you to know, Wigan, that it was only your note this morning which brought me to this house at all to-night, I "phoned to you at least a dozen times yesterday."
"Why?"
"I was afraid of to-night. Perhaps for the time being I have lost my grip a little on account of my nervous condition. I have had a long talk with Dr. Bates, and he tried to persuade me to give up the idea of spending a night here alone. He was rather doubtful about a supernatural solution to the mystery. Then I didn"t like the agent when I went to him to arrange about the key. I shouldn"t have entered the house with him to-night had I not known you were here."
"Anything else?" I asked.
"Always that strong presentiment of danger," he answered. "Were these hangings on the bed last night?"
"It was exactly as you see it now."
"The agent said the mattress and blankets had been put here for my convenience."
"Did he say when they were put here?"
"I thought he meant to-day," said Quarles.
"No one has entered the house to-day," I answered.
"Yet, if Greaves was murdered, some one must have gained access to this room somehow, in spite of the locked door and fastened window."
"You have dropped the idea of the supernatural, then?"
"I am keeping an open mind."
"Shall we give it up and go, Professor?"
"Certainly not. I am supposed to be alone in the house, so we will await events. On the other side of that wall where the gla.s.s hangs is No. 5, I suppose?"
"Yes."
"That is the boarding-house. Keep still a minute while I get an idea of the furniture against this opposite wall. Randall said a man and his four daughters lived at No. 9, didn"t he?"
I whispered an affirmative, and could dimly see the professor going slowly along the wall. He began tapping things, apparently with a pocket knife.
I warned him not to make a noise.
"I am known to be here," he answered, coming back to me. "A man who undertakes to investigate the supernatural would be expected to take precautions that no tricks were likely to be played upon him. It would be suspicious if I didn"t make a little noise. Now we will settle ourselves.
I shall lie on the bed. You move a chair under that gla.s.s and sit there.
I have an electric torch with me. Don"t fall asleep to-night, Wigan."
"I didn"t last night," I answered.