Part 7 (1/2)

”Leila,” she said piteously, ”can't you explain it? I did so hope you could.”

What _could_ I say?

”I--one would need to go to the hall and look well about to see what could cast such a shadow,” I said vaguely, and I suppose I must involuntarily have moved a little, for Sophy started, and clutched me fast.

”Oh, Leila, don't go--you don't mean you are going now?” she entreated.

Nothing truly was farther from my thoughts, but I took care not to say so.

”I won't leave you if you'd rather not,” I said, ”and I tell you what, Sophy, if you would like very much to sleep here with me to-night, you shall. I will ring and tell Freake to bring your things down and undress you--on one condition.”

”What?” she said eagerly. She was much impressed by my amiability.

”That you won't say _one word_ about this, or give the least shadow of a hint to any one that you have had a fright. You don't know the trouble it will cause.”

”Of course I will promise to let no one know, if you think it better, for you are so kind to me,” said Sophy. But there was a touch of reluctance in her tone. ”You--you mean to do something about it though, Leila,” she went on. ”I shall never be able to forget it if you don't.”

”Yes,” I said, ”I shall speak to father and Phil about it to-morrow.

If any one has been trying to frighten us,” I added unguardedly, ”by playing tricks, they certainly must be exposed.”

”Not _us_,” she corrected, ”it was only me,” and I did not reply. Why I spoke of the possibility of a trick I scarcely know. I had no hope of any such explanation.

But another strange, almost incredible idea was beginning to take shape in my mind, and with it came a faint, very faint touch of relief. Could it be not the _houses_, nor the _rooms_, nor, worst of all, we ourselves that were haunted, but something or things among the old furniture we had bought at Raxtrew?

And lying sleepless that night a sudden flash of illumination struck me--could it--whatever the ”it” was--could it have something to do with the tapestry hangings?

The more I thought it over the more striking grew the coincidences. At Finster it had been on one of the closed doors that the shadow seemed to settle, as again here in our own hall. But in both cases the ”_portieres_” had hung in front!

And at the Rectory? The tapestry, as Philip had remarked, had been there rolled up all the time. Was it possible that it had never been taken out to the barn at all? What _more_ probable than that it should have been left, forgotten, under the bench where Miss Larpent and I had felt for the second time that hideous cold? And, stay, something else was returning to my mind in connection with that bench. Yes--I had it--Nat had said ”it seemed to stop and fumble away in one corner--at the end where there is a bench, you know.”

And then to my unutterable thankfulness at last I fell asleep.

PART IV.

I told Philip the next morning. There was no need to bespeak his attention. I think he felt nearly as horrified as I had done myself at the idea that our own hitherto bright, cheerful home was to be haunted by this awful thing--influence or presence, call it what you will. And the suggestions which I went on to make struck him, too, with a sense of relief.

He sat in silence for some time after making me recapitulate as precisely as possible every detail of Sophy's story.

”You are sure it was the door into the library?” he said at last.

”Quite sure,” I replied; ”and, oh, Philip,” I went on, ”it has just occurred to me that _father_ felt a chill there the other evening.”

For till that moment the little incident in question had escaped my memory.

”Do you remember which of the ”_portieres_” hung in front of the door at Finster?” said Philip.

I shook my head.

”Dormy would,” I said, ”he used to examine the pictures in the tapestry with great interest. I should not know one from the other. There is an old castle in the distance in each, and a lot of trees, and something meant for a lake.”