CHAPTER SIX
I WAS still worrying over the problem of the name in the ring when Miss Ledwidge came and led me out of the room. She took me through a passage-way lined with a clothes-press with carved wooden doors, then through a heavily furnished room with a big marble fireplace that reminded me of a mausoleum, then through a white-tiled bathroom with a Roman pool-tub, and on again into a darkened chamber. On one side of it I could see a huge bed, but that was about all I could make out, except that the room was a big one. And the shadows of that room, for some reason, began to give me goose-flesh.
"I want some light in here," I firmly demanded.
"But Mr. Bartlett said not."
"I don't care what Mr. Bartlett said. I've just got to have some light. You can do what you like later on, but I'm going to know the lay-out of this crib before I curl up in it!"
So, plainly against her will, Miss Ledwidge switched on a few of the electrics, There seemed
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