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the building were two squarish rooms, one on either side of the hall. One had a television set, a sofa, two comfy armchairs; here the temperature was warmer, back to the level of the kitchen. We looked and listened anyway, and found nothing. On the opposite side, a formal sitting room contained the usual chairs and cabinets, arranged before large netswathed dows, and three enormous ferns in terracotta pots. It seemed a little chilly. Fiftyfour degrees showed on the luminous dial. Colder than the kitchen. Might mean nothing, might mean a lot. I closed my eyes, composed myself, and prepared to listen. Lucy, look Lockwoods voice hissed. Theres Mr. Hope My heart jolted. I spun around, rapier halfdrawnonly to find Lockwood stooped and casual, peering at a photo on a side table. He had his flashlight traianed on it: the image hung in a little circle of floating gold. Mrs. Hopes here as well, he added. You idiot I hissed. I might have run you through. He chuckled. Oh, dont be so grumpy. Take a look. What do you think It was a grayhaired couple standing in a garden. The woman, Mrs. Hope, was an older, happier version of the daughter wed met outside: roundfaced, neatclothed, wearing a radiant smile. Her head was level with the chest of the man beside her. He was tall, and balding, with sloped, rounding shoulders, and big, rather cumbersome forearms. He too smiled broadly. They were holding hands. Seem cheerful enough there, dont they Lockwood said. I nodded dubiously. Got to be a reason for a Type Two, though. George says Type Two always means someones done something to somebody. Yes, but George has a nasty, gruesome little mind. Which reminds me: we should find the phone and call him. I left a message on the table, but hell probably be worrying about us, even so. Lets finish off the survey first.

He didnt find any deathglows in the little sitting room and I couldnt hear anything; and that was the ground floor done. Which told us what wed already guessed. What we were looking for was upstairs. Sure enough, the moment I set foot on the lowest step, the knocking began again. At first it was no louder than it had been before, a tiny, hollow taptaptapping, like a fingernail on plaster, or a nail being hammered into wood. But with every step I climbed, the echo increased a little, became a little more insistent in my inner ear. I mentioned this to Lockwood, who was treading like a formless shadow at my back. Getting nippier, too, he said. He was right. With every step the temperature was dropping, from 48 to 45 to 43 here, midway up the flight. I paused, zipping up my coat with fumbling fingers, while staring upward into the dark. The stairwell was narrow, and there was no light above me at all. The upper regions of the house were a clot of shadows. I had a strong desire to switch my flashlight on but resisted the impulse, which would only have made me blinder still. With one hand on my rapier hilt, I continued slowly up the stairs, with the knocking grog ever louder and the cold biting at my skin. Up I went. Louder and louder grew the knocking. Now it was a frantic, scratching, tapping sound. Lower and lower dropped the number on the dial. From 43 to 41 and finally to 39. The blackness of the landing was a formless space. On my left, white balusters hung at head height like a row of giant teeth. I reached the final stair, stepped out onto the landin And the knocking noise stopped dead. I checked the luminous dial again: 39. Twenty degrees lower than the kitchen. I could sense my breath pluming in the air. We were very close. Lockwood brushed past me, flicked his flashlight in a brief reconnaissance. Papered walls, closed doors, dead silence. A piece of embroidery in a heavy frame: faded colors, ish letters, Home Sweet Home. Done years ago, when homes were sweet and safe, and no one hung iron charms above their rens beds. Before the Problem came. The landing was Lshaped, comprising a small, square space in which we stood, and a long spur running behind us parallel to the stairs. It had a polished wooden floor. There were five doors leading off: one on our right, one straight ahead, and three at intervals along the spur. All the doors were closed. Lockwood and I stood silently, using our eyes and ears.
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