“I examined the seals on all the doors, as I went along, and found them right; but when I got to the Grey Room, the seal was broken; though the card, over the keyhole, was untouched.  I ripped it off, and unlocked the door, and went in, rather cautiously, as you can imagine; but the whole room was empty of anything to frighten one, and there was heaps of light.  I examined all my seals, and not a single one was disturbed.  The old butler had followed me in, and, suddenly, he called out:—­’The bedclothes, sir!’

“I ran up to the bed, and looked over; and, surely, they were lying in the corner to the left of the bed.  Jove! you can imagine how queer I felt.  Something had been in the room.  I stared for a while, from the bed, to the clothes on the floor.  I had a feeling that I did not want to touch either.  Old Peter, though, did not seem to be affected that way.  He went over to the bed coverings, and was going to pick them up, as, doubtless, he had done every day these twenty years back; but I stopped him.  I wanted nothing touched, until I had finished my examination.  This, I must have spent a full hour over, and then I let Peter straighten up the bed; after which we went out, and I locked the door; for the room was getting on my nerves.

“I had a short walk, and then breakfast; after which I felt more my own man, and so returned to the Grey Room, and, with Peter’s help, and one of the maids, I had everything taken out of the room, except the bed—­even the very pictures.  I examined the walls, floor and ceiling then, with probe, hammer and magnifying glass; but found nothing suspicious.  And I can assure you, I began to realize, in very truth, that some incredible thing had been loose in the room during the past night.  I sealed up everything again, and went out, locking and sealing the door, as before.

“After dinner, Peter and I unpacked some of my stuff, and I fixed up my camera and flashlight opposite to the door of the Grey Room, with a string from the trigger of the flashlight to the door.  Then, you see, if the door were really opened, the flashlight would blare out, and there would be, possibly, a very queer picture to examine in the morning.  The last thing I did, before leaving, was to uncap the lens; and after that I went off to my bedroom, and to bed; for I intended to be up at midnight; and to ensure this, I set my little alarm to call me; also I left my candle burning.

“The clock woke me at twelve, and I got up and into my dressing gown and slippers.  I shoved my revolver into my right side-pocket, and opened my door.  Then, I lit my darkroom lamp, and withdrew the slide, so that it would give a clear light.  I carried it up the corridor, about thirty feet, and put it down on the floor, with the open side away from me, so that it would show me anything that might approach along the dark passage.  Then I went back, and sat in the doorway of my room, with my revolver handy, staring up the passage toward the place where I knew my camera stood outside the door of the Grey Room.