"If he heard it," she half sobbed, "he would think poor master mad, and heaven knows what would happen then." She hurried again to where she had left the tray, and then on to the door, as from within she heard a wild burst of boisterous laughter, and then a fierce oath, and the sounds of a struggle, ending in a crash as of a table being overturned. "What shall I do?" groaned the poor woman, as, for the moment, she clapped her hands to her face, and stopped her ears, but only to snatch them down wildly, as the strange sounds continued. "He must be alone here, and if I call for help they'll say he's mad." She stood wringing her hands for a time as a terrible scene appeared to be taking place within that closed room. There was the trampling of feet--the sound as of a struggle. North's voice in angry denunciation of some one who kept bursting forth into mocking peals of laughter, and then shouting as men shout when excited with the chase, till the room re-echoed. Then again North's voice came, as if speaking furiously in a low voice, which changed directly afterwards to one of piteous appeal, breaking off into a moan. As the doctor's voice ceased there was another mocking laugh, apparently from close by the door, and directly after came a crash as if a chair had been used as a weapon, a blow had been struck, and the chair shivered. While vividly painting the scene in her own mind, helped as she was by the sounds, the old housekeeper seemed to see her master hurl the portion of a broken chair which remained in his hands into the corner of the room, where it rattled upon the floor. "There's murder being done," panted the old woman, as she caught at the handle of the door now, and stood clinging to it, while she pressed her other hand upon her heaving bosom. As if in answer to her words, there was another coarse burst of laughter, and the sound of some one bounding to the door, two hands seeming to shake the panel, and her master's voice came through, muffled but distinct. "Curse you! I have you now! Is there no way of forcing you back into your grave?" A loud rustling sound as of a struggle which was continued to the other side of the room, and the housekeeper's hair felt to her as if something cold and strange were moving it, while a deathly perspiration broke out upon her face. "Who is in there with him?" she thought. "What does it mean? There must be some one there, and murder is being done. Help! help!" she shrieked in her agony of fear, as she rattled the handle of the door, and beat upon the panels. "Help! help!" and then in her horror she turned and staggered towards the stairs, as the door was flung open, she felt herself seized from behind and dragged into the room, the door swinging to, and she was forced backwards in the utter darkness, listening to the hoarse sound of the hot breath which fanned her cheek as a hand was pressed heavily over her mouth. Volume 3, Chapter XIV. AN OPPORTUNE ARRIVAL.