Eve's graceful figure crossed the great square hall, where they were all standing about, and paused at the closed door of a room just at the right hand as one entered the house. "Why, it's locked!" she exclaimed. "That won't do, Mr. Stebbins! This whole domain is ours, now, you know. Open this door, please." Eve wore the light gray skirt of her travelling costume, and a thin sheer white silk blouse, whose V'd neck fell away from her long, slender throat. Her hand on the door knob, she suddenly turned her strange beryl eyes toward Stebbins, her face turning whiter and her thin lips redder as she gazed. "This is the room--isn't it?" she breathed, and her hand slowly fell from the knob and hung loosely at her side. "Yes, ma'am," replied Stebbins, stolidly. "How'd you know?" "How could I help knowing!" and Eve's voice rang out like a clarion. "I see it! I see it all!" She rushed across the hall and fell trembling on a settee. Tracy flew to her side, and took her hand. "There, there, Miss Carnforth, brace up! We're all right here. Nothing can hurt you." "Beats all how she knew!" muttered Stebbins. "You see that's the room----" A cry from Milly stirred Landon to action. "Drop it, Stebbins," he said, and took a step toward him. "None of that to-night. We do want your haunted house, but the long journey up here, and your confounded negligence in the matter of lights and servants and general good will, has got on the ladies' nerves. Beat it now, to the kitchen, or wherever your quarters are, but you stay here to-night and be ready to report in the morning. You hear me?" "Yes, sir," and shrugging his shoulders, the man disappeared among the shadows in the back of the hall. The great main hall was so large that the lights they had were all insufficient for illumination. There seemed to be innumerable doors and openings of side corridors, also a second staircase, far behind the main one. "Here's a good-looking room, let's go in here," said Tracy, stepping through some old, faded draperies to the room on the left of the hall as one entered the house. Hardwick followed, and the others with lamps and candles pushed in. It was a large, dignified apartment, evidently a parlour or ballroom of the old mansion. The furniture was of old, carved rosewood, its upholstery worn, but fairly decent. Oil portraits were on the walls and massive ornaments of imitation bronze stood about, showing white here and there where the coating was chipped off. Yellowish onyx vases graced the mantels, and the windows were hung with heavy rep curtains which, however, veiled no lighter ones. "Ghastly!" cried Norma. "What do you mean by ghastly?" began the Professor, and Tracy laughed.