The Case of the Cryptic Crinoline
The Case of the Cryptic Crinoline
“This to explain why, sometime during the night, I awoke to total darkness.
It was my complaining personage that awoke me, my middle regions knotted in such spasms of hunger as to veto sleep. Groaning, trying to remember who I was and what I was about, I sat up on my bed.
Then stiffened.
Something other than myself was groaning.
The house. Stealthy and frightening noises issued from it. There. CREAK.
Someone was creeping up the stairs.
Danger! cried my every nerve, for never had those steps complained so beneath Mrs. Tupper’s slight weight. I heard another creak as another person stepped on the same cantankerous board. There were two intruders; I could hear their footsteps as they felt their way upstairs in the dark.
It is amazing how quickly one’s wits, however weary, can react when sufficiently stimulated by terror. Instantly, and as silently as possible, I raked together with my fingers all the ribbons and papers that had lain along with my personage atop the counterpane of my bed.
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