A second unavailing search.

One servant left the next morning.
Night 4: Footfalls on the stairs.

The library door, locked by Mr.
Dennison's own hand, is heard to unclose.

The timepiece on the library mantel-shelf strikes twelve; but it is slightly fast, and Mr.and Mrs.Dennison, who have crept from their room to the stair-head, listen breathlessly for the deep boom of the great hall clock--the one which had stopped the night before.

No light is burning anywhere, and the hall below is a pit of darkness, when suddenly Mrs.Dennison seizes her husband's arm and, gasping out, "The clock, the clock!" falls fainting to the floor.