small one, but there was no little round picture over the mantelpiece. It was a square picture, and rather large, and a sea-piece.

“You guessed wrong,” I said, and I felt thankful.

“No, no, I am sure.”

She went to the square picture, and lifted it away from the wall.

“Look!” she said.

Behind the picture was a round whitish mark on the wall, showing where another picture had previously hung.

“Let us go, let us go! I don’t like the flicker of these candles,” she murmured, and she seized my arm.

We returned to the corridor. Her grip of me tightened.