Finally I got up and lit my lamp; and still I heard it.
It was snoring and it didn't come from the room I was in.

It came from the little back room I'd made into a study." Thankful's smile faded.

She was conscious of a curious prickling at the roots of her black hair.

The back bedroom! The room in which Laban Eldredge died! The room in which she herself had heard-- "I went into that room," continued Miss Timpson.

"I don't know how I ever did it, but I did.