door, stumbled against the calico portion which divided his room from that in which Chaytor slept.
"Who's there?" cried Chaytor, jumping up.
"Oh, it's you," said Basil, recognising the voice. "Have you got a light?"
"Wait a moment."
But half dressed he represented himself to Basil, with a lighted candle in his hand.
"What's up?" he asked.
"I don't know," replied Basil, "but I am not easy in my mind. Perhaps it is only my fancy, but I have an idea that someone has been in my room."
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