a hole in it, and from somewhere below I thought I heard voices. It was not very comfortable, standing there on top of Heaven knows what; but we were divided between fear and outrage, and our indignation won. With hardly a word we went back to the rear staircase and so to the cellar. Halfway down the stairs both of us remembered the same thing—that it was Tish's day to use the basement laundry, and that perhaps
Tish was not in the laundry, nor was Hannah, her maid. But Tish's blue-and-white dressing sacque was on the line, and the blue had run, as I had said it would when she bought it. In the furnace room beyond we heard voices, and Aggie opened the door.
Tish and Hannah were both there. They had not heard us.
"Nonsense!" Tish was saying. "If anybody had been hit we'd have heard a scream; or if they were killed we'd have heard 'em fall."
"I heard a sort of yell," said poor Hannah. "I don't like it, Miss Tish. The time before you just missed me."
"Why did you stick your arm out?" demanded Tish. "Now take that broomstick and we'll start again. Did you score that?"
"How'll I score it?" asked Hannah. "Hit or
