"The key's gone too.
Where's your revolver, Beresford ?" "I dropped it in the alcove when I caught that man," called Beresford, cursing himself for his carelessness.
The illuminated dial of Bailey's wrist watch flickered in the darkness as he searched for the revolver--as round, glowing spot of phosphorescence.
Lizzie screamed.

"The eye! The gleaming eye I saw on the stairs!" she shrieked, pointing at it frenziedly.
"Quick--there's a candle on the table--light it somebody.

Never mind the revolver, I have one!" called Miss Cornelia.
"Righto!" called Beresford cheerily in reply.

He found the candle, lit it-- The party blinked at each other for a moment, still unable quite to co-ordinate their thoughts.
Bailey rattled the knob of the door into the hall.
"This door's locked, too!" he said with increasing puzzlement.

A gasp went over the group.