"What was I going to say?" said Meagle. "Oh, I know; to-morrow I----"
"Listen!" said White, laying his hand on the other's sleeve. "Upon my
word I really thought I heard a laugh."
"Look here!" said Barnes. "What do you say to going back? I've had
enough of this. I keep fancying that I hear things too; sounds of
something moving about in the passage outside. I know it's only fancy,
but it's uncomfortable."
"You go if you want to," said Meagle, "and we will play dummy. Or you
might ask the tramp to take your hand for you, as you go downstairs."
Barnes shivered and exclaimed angrily. He got up and, walking to the
half-closed door, listened.
"Go outside," said Meagle, winking at the other two. "I'll dare you to
go down to the hall door and back by yourself."
Barnes came back and, bending forward, lit his pipe at the candle.
"I am nervous but rational," he said, blowing out a thin cloud of smoke.
"My nerves tell me that there is something prowling up and down the long
passage outside; my reason tells me that it is all nonsense.
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