He bends to look and faintly, in the heart of the shadows, he catches in dim outline the face of the clock, and reaching up to it a spectral hand.

Nothing else--and in another moment that, too, disappears; but the silence is something awful--the great clock has stopped.
With a shout he stumbles downward, lights up the hall, lights up the rooms, but finds nothing, and no one.

Next morning the second servant leaves, but her place is soon supplied by an applicant we will call Bess.
Night 5: Mrs.Dennison sleeps at a hotel with the children.

Mr.
Dennison, revolver in hand, keeps watch on the haunted stairway.
He has fastened up every door and shutter with his own hand, and with equal care extinguished all lights.

As the hour of twelve approaches, he listens breathlessly.