o till ss er of t;catc;  to, now?

    Soft, softly on te carpets; I leave deep prints be do not make a sound. And still no sign of life, only t, someancy, as of t before Cmas.

    tter of running footsteps. But tsteps came from a part of ts muffled tcairs or doairs, or miladys cer agitating t over, to tremble ; t as suddely, all  again.

    I resolutely set myself to searche upper rooms.

    All te empty. But my al paranoia, noingling at tip of every nerve, assured me ted t I entered tour of ts of all kinds of delicious merriments but never from t to tood. tarted and stopped as if sc and parcel of t, by its size and luxury, must er bedroom, t been lying ty. And I could o fling open tcant s crouc, among ture. But I did not dare do t.

    taircarpets gave o scrubbed boards and still I  seen anyt ty of a face in tire , only single lig intervals along t one door anding open and lig onto tation.