AN EXPERIMENT
Ernest Travers, Felix Fayre-Michell, Tom May, and Colonel Vane followed Sir Walter upstairs to a great corridor, which ran the length of the main front, and upon which opened a dozen bedrooms and dressing-rooms.They proceeded to the eastern extremity.It was lighted throughout, and now their leader took off an electric bulb from a sconce on the wall outside the room they had come to visit.
"There is none in there," he explained, "though the light was installed in the Grey Room as elsewhere when I started my own plant twenty years ago.My father never would have it.He disliked it exceedingly, and believed it aged the eyes."Henry arrived with the key.The door was unlocked, and the light established.The party entered a large and lofty chamber with ceiling of elaborate plaster work and silver-grey walls, the paper on which was somewhat tarnished.A pattern of dim, pink roses as large as cabbages ran riot over it.A great oriel window looked east, while a smaller one opened upon the south.Round the curve of the oriel ran a cushioned seat eighteen inches above the ground, while on the western side of the room, set in the internal wall, was a modern fireplace with a white Adams mantel above it.Some old, carved chairs stood round the walls, and in one corner, stacked together, lay half a dozen old oil portraits, grimy and faded.They called for the restorer, but were doubtfully worth his labors.Two large chests of drawers, with rounded bellies, and a very beautiful washing-stand also occupied places round the room, and against the inner wall rose a single, fourposter bed of Spanish chestnut, also carved.A grey, self-colored carpet covered the floor, and on one of the chests stood a miniature bronze copy of the Faun of Praxiteles.
The apartment was bright and cheerful of aspect.Nothing gloomy or depressing marked it, nor a suggestion of the sinister.
"Could one wish for a more amiable looking room?" asked Fayre- Michell.
They gazed round them, and Ernest Travers expressed admiration atthe old furniture.
"My dear Walter, why hide these things here?" he asked."They are beautiful, and may be valuable, too.""I've been asked the same question before," answered the owner."And they are valuable.Lord Bolsover offered me a thousand guineas for those two chairs; but the things are heirlooms in a sort of way, and I shouldn't feel justified in parting with them.My grandfather was furniture mad-spent half his time collecting old stuff on the Continent.Spain was his happy hunting ground.""It's positively a shame to doom these chairs to a haunted room, uncle," declared Henry.
But the other shook his head and smothered a yawn."The house is too full as it is." he said.
"Mary wants you to scrap dozens of things," replied his nephew."Then there'd be plenty of room.""You'll do what you please when your turn comes, and no doubt cast out my tusks and antlers and tiger-skins, which I know you don't admire.Wait in patience, Henry.And we will now go to bed," answered the elder."I am fatigued, and it must be nearly midnight."Then Tom May brought their thoughts back to the reason of the visit."Look here, governor," he said."It's a scandal to give a championroom like this a bad name and shut it up.You've fallen into the habit, but you know it's all nonsense.Mary loves this room.I'll make you a sporting offer.Let me sleep in it to-night, and then, when I report a clean bill tomorrow, you can throw it open again and announce it is forgiven without a stain on its character.You've just said you don't believe spooks have the power to hurt anybody.Then let me turn in here."Sir Walter, however, refused.
"No, Tom; most certainly not.It's far too late to go over the ground again and explain why, but I don't wish it.""A milder-mannered room was never seen, said Ernest Travers."You must let me look at it by daylight, and bring Nelly.The ceiling, too, is evidently very fine-finer even than the one in my room.""The ceilings here were all the work of Italians in Tudor times,"explained his friend."They are Elizabethan.The plaster is certainly wonderful, and my ceilings are considered as good as anything in the country, I believe."He turned, and the rest followed him.
Henry removed the electric bulb, and restored it to its place outside.Then his uncle gave him the key.
"Put it back in the cabinet," he said."I won't go down again."The party broke up, and all save Lennox and the sailor went to their rooms.The two younger men descended together and, when out of ear- shot of his uncle, Henry spoke.
"Look here, Tom," he said, "you've given me a tip.I'm going to camp out in the Grey Room to-night.Then, in the morning, I'll tell Uncle Walter I have done so, and the ghost's number will be up." "Quite all right, old man - only the plan must be modified.I'll sleep there.I'm death on it, and the brilliant inspiration was mine, remember.""You can't.He refused to let you." "I didn't hear him.""Oh, yes, you did-everybody did.Besides, this is fairly my task - you won't deny that.Chadlands will be mine, some day, so it's up to me to knock this musty yarn on the head once and for all.Could anything be more absurd than shutting up a fine room like that? I'm really rather ashamed of Uncle Walter.""Of course it's absurd but, honestly, I'm rather keen about this.I'd dearly love to add a medieval phantom to my experiences, and only wish I thought anything would show up.I beg you'll raise no objection.It was my idea, and I very much wish to make the experiment.Of course, I don't believe in anything supernatural."They went back to the billiard-room, dismissed Fred Caunter, the footman, who was waiting to put out the lights, and continued their discussion.The argument began to grow strenuous, for each proved determined, and who owned the stronger will seemed a doubtful question.
