Chapter 24

I was badly frightened, I confess. A dozen stories of phantasms, discredited at the time, rose in my mind. The place seemed peopled with moving shadows, sinister and threatening, and from somewhere I seemed to hear footsteps, spectral, felt rather than heard. And when I finally found courage to try the laundry light, it had burned out. Such efforts as I could make then to remove the stain were of no practical value, and I decided once for all to burn the rug and take the consequences. I did one of the hardest thing…