The light went out.
Then all the screams began.
I twisted my head, looked back down the passage and across the foyer towards the open door. Far off in the distant dusk I saw the cigarette’s pinprick point of red.
‘Sir! Mr Jacobs!’
Nothing.
‘Sir! We need your help! Sir!’
The pinprick flared as the agent took a breath. No answer came. He didn’t move. Then wind roared along the corridor and nearly knocked me off my feet. The walls of the mill shook; the open door slammed shut.
I cursed in the darkness. Then I drew a canister from my belt, raised my rapier high, and ran round the corner of the corridor towards the screams. ~Jonathan Stroud: The Screaming Staircase, ch 5
Här stoppar Lucy konto. Vi vet bara att alla hennes medarbetare, som kom in i huset, dog den natten.
Omnämner hon senare vad som just hände den natten, hur Lucy behandlade besökaren?
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