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“Did you think you heard a carriage come up the driveway?” she asked.

“Why, yes,” he replied, “but I didn’t.”

“Listen! Is there some one coming along the corridor?”

He crossed the room quietly, opened the door, and turned on the light. “No, dear. There is no one there.”

“Hadn’t you better ring for your man, and have him see if any of the servants are up?”

He sat down on the edge of the bed, and laughed heartily.

“See here, dear girl,” he said, “you and I are a pair of healthy people. We have happened to hear a noise which we can’t explain. Be sure that there is rational explanation. You’re not afraid?”

“Well, no, I really am not,” she declared, “but you cannot deny that it is strange. Did you hear it last night?”

“Go on, now, with your cross-examination,” he said. “Let’s go to sleep. At any rate the exhibition is over for to-night.”

The fourth night they did not speak in the night any more than they had in the daytime. But the next day they had a long conversation, the gist of which was this: That they had bought the place, that except for fifteen minutes at midnight, the place was ideal. They were both level-headed, neither believed in anything super-natural. Were they to be driven out of such a place by so harmless a thing as an unexplained noise? They could get used to it. After a bit it would no more wake them up,–such was the force of habit–than the ticking of the clock. To all this they both agreed, and the matter was dropped.

For ten days they did not mention it, but in all those ten days a sort of crescendo of emotion was going on in her. At first she began to think of it as soon as bed-time approached; then she felt it intruding on her thoughts at the dinner table; then she was unable to sleep for an hour or two after the fifteen minutes had passed, and, finally, one night, she fled into his room to find him wide awake, just before dawn, and to confess that the shadow of midnight was stretched before and after until it was almost a black circle round the twenty-four hours.

She knew it was absurd. She had no intention of being driven out of such a lovely place–BUT–

“See here, dear,” he said. “Let’s break our rule. We neither of us want company, but let’s, at least, have a big week ender, and perhaps we can prove to ourselves that our nerves are wrong. One thing is sure, if you are going to get pale over it, I’ll burn the blooming house down before we’ll live in it.”

“But you mind it yourself?”

“Not a bit!”

“But you are awake.”

“Of course I am, because I know that you are.”

“Do you mean to say that if I slept you wouldn’t notice it?”

“On my honor–I should not.”

“You are a comfort,” she ejaculated. “I shall go right to sleep.” And off she went, and did go to sleep.

All the same, in the morning, he insisted on the house-party.

“Let me see our list,” he said. “Let us have no students of occult; no men who dabble in laboratory spiritualism; just nice, live, healthy people who never heard of such things–if possible. You can find them.”

“You see, dear,” she explained, “it would not trouble me if I heard it and you did not–but–“

“Oh, fudge!” he laughed. “Just now I should be sure to hear anything you did, I suppose.”

“You old darling,” she replied, “then I don’t care for it a bit.”

“All the same we’ll have the house-party.”

So the following Saturday every room in the house was occupied.

At midnight they were all gathered in the long drawing room opening on the colonnade, and, when the hour sounded, some one was singing. The host and hostess heard the running horses, as usual, and they were conscious that one or two people turned a listening ear, but evidently no one saw anything strange in it, and no comment was made. It was after one when they all went up to their rooms, so that evening passed off all right.