"Mr. Kermit, pleeeease listen to me! I beg of you, come out here at once. It's terribly important!" I didn't say a word this time. I just hung right up. In another half minute the telephone was jangling again. I was purple when I picked it up this time. "Listen," I bellowed. "I don't care what noises you're hearing now--" Stoddard cut in desperately, shouting at the top of his lungs to do so. "I'm not only hearing the noises, Kermit," he yelled, "I'm _seeing_ the people who cause them!" * * * * * This caught me off balance. "Huh?" I gulped. "The belfry," he yelled, "I went up in the belfry, and you can see the people who's voices we heard!" There was a pause, while he found breath, then he shouted, "You have to come over. You're the only one I can think of to show this to!" Stoddard was an eccentric, but only so far as his tastes in architecture were concerned. I realized this, as I sat there gaping foolishly at the still vibrating telephone in my hand. "Okay," I said, for no earthly reason that I could think of, "okay, hang on. I'll be there in twenty minutes." Mrs. Stoddard met me at the door this time. She was worried, almost frightened, and very bewildered. "George is upstairs, Mr. Kermit. He won't let me come up there. He told me to send you up the minute you arrived. He's up in the attic." "What on earth," I began. "I don't know," his wife said. "I was down in the basement drying some clothes, when I heard this terrible yelling from George. Then he was calling you on the telephone. I don't know what it's all about." I raced up to the attic in nothing flat, almost knocking my teeth out on the bottom step of the attic stairs. Then I stumbled into the darkness of the attic, and saw Stoddard's flashlight bobbing around in a corner. "Kermit?" It was Stoddard's voice. "Yes," I answered. "What in the hell is up? It had better be goo--." "Hurry," Stoddard said. "Over here, quickly!" I stumbled across the board spacings until I was standing beside Stoddard and peering up at what the beam of his flashlight revealed on the ceiling--a ragged, open hole, which he'd made by tearing several coatings of insulation from the spot. For a minute, I couldn't make out anything in that flash beam glare. Stoddard had hold of my arm, and was saying one word over and over, urgently. "Look. Look. Look!" Then my eyes got adjusted to the light change, and I was aware that I was gazing up into the interior of the crazy belfry atop the monstrous house. Gazing up into the interior, while voices, quite loud and clearly distinguishable, were talking in a language which I didn't recognize immediately. As far as my vision was concerned, I might as well have been looking at a sort of grayish vaporish screen of some sort, that was all I saw. "Shhhh!" Stoddard hissed now. "Don't say a word. Just listen to them!"