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Still feeling that I must get hold of Higgins, it was hard to compose myself to rest and I didn't sleep a wink. About eleven o'clock I got up and made my way again to the basement. It was dark and spooky and very empty down there and after knocking at Higgins's door a few times and feeling, while I waited for the reply that did not come, as if all the ghosts in Christendom were prowling in the furnace room and thereabouts, I retreated precipitously to my own room. I was sure that Higgins was in his room, for where else would he be at that hour? But the surroundings were not those to encourage persistence on my part. The unused corridors are very desolate at that hour and those of the sickroom wings little less so.
I was still wide awake when the twelve o'clock gong sounded.