The hall lamp poured down its subdued light all along the stately corridor, on pictures and statues and cabinets, but no living thing was visible.
"There is no one," said Mollie.

"It was cats or rats, or the rising wind.
Every one in the house is asleep." She closed the door and went back to the fire.

As she did so, a face peeped out from behind a great, carved Indian cabinet, not far from the door--a face lighted with a diabolical smile of triumph..