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Listening, motionless, nostrils dilated, every sense concentrated on that narrow crack of light, I crouched there Then, very gradually, I raised the trap, higher, higher, laying it back against the upright of white oak

I was in a tiny roohted by a slit of aEverywhere aroundin every direction I could see no door in the wooden walls of the closet, but I stepped out of the stair-well and leaned over, exa theht up to the wall; and there were no returning tracks to be seen A chill crept over h a solid wall The next moment I had bent, ear flattened to the wooden wainscot There was so in the next room!