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Blore said:
"There's a little stair here."
Dr. Armstrong said:
"It leads up to the servants' room."
Blore said:
"There must be a place under the roof - for cisterns, water tank, etc. It's the best chance - and the only one!"
And it was then, as they stood there, that they heard the sound from above. A soft furtive footfall overhead.
They all heard it. Armstrong grasped Blore's arm. Lombard held up an admonitory finger.
"Quiet - listen."
It came again - some one moving softly, furtively, overhead.
Armstrong whispered:
"He's actually in the bedroom itself. The room where Mrs. Rogers' body is."
Blore whispered back:
"Of course! Best hiding-place he could have chosen! Nobody likely to go there. Now then - quiet as you can."
They crept stealthily upstairs.
On the little landing outside the door of the bedroom they paused again. Yes, some one was in the room. There was a faint creak from within.
Blore whispered:
"Now."
He flung open the door and rushed in, the other two close behind him.
Then all three stopped dead.
Rogers was in the room, his hands full of garments.
VII
Blore recovered himself first. He said:
"Sorry - er - Rogers. Heard some one moving about in here, and thought - well -"
He stopped.
Rogers said:
"I'm sorry, gentlemen. I was just moving my things. I take it there will be no objection if I take one of the vacant guest chambers on the floor below? The smallest room."
It was to Armstrong that he spoke, and Armstrong replied:
"Of course. Of course. Get on with it."
He avoided looking at the sheeted figure lying on the bed.
Rogers said:
"Thank you, sir."
He went out of the room with his arm full of belongings and went down the stairs to the floor below.
Armstrong moved over to the bed and, lifting the sheet, looked down on the peaceful face of the dead woman. There was no fear there now. Just emptiness.
Armstrong said:
"Wish I'd got my stuff here. I'd like to know what drug it was."
Then he turned to the other two.
"Let's get finished. I feel it in my bones we're not going to find anything."
Blore was wrestling with the bolts of a low manhole.
He said:
"That chap moves damned quietly. A minute or two ago we saw him in the garden. None of us heard him come upstairs."
Lombard said:
"I suppose that's why we assumed it must be a stranger moving about up here."
Blore disappeared into a cavernous darkness. Lombard pulled a torch from his pocket and followed.
Five minutes later three men stood on an upper landing and looked at each other. They were dirty and festooned with cobwebs and their faces were grim.
There was no one on the island but their eight selves.
Chapter 9
Lombard said slowly:
"So we've been wrong - wrong all along! Built up a nightmare of superstition and fantasy all because of the coincidence of two deaths!"
Armstrong said gravely:
