The Grey Room | Page 9

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 at the
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 champion room
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.
For a time, since no conclusion could satisfy both, they abandoned the
centre of contention and debated, as their elders had done, on the
general question. Henry declared himself not wholly convinced. He
adopted an agnostic attitude, while Tom frankly disbelieved. The one
preserved an open mind, the