The floors were shaky and the place had the odour of decayed wood. Mould
clung to the half-plastered walls, cobwebs matted the ceilings, and
rotted fungi covered the filth in the corners. Altogether it was a most
uninviting hole, in which no self-respecting ghost would have made its
home. When the time came to climb up to the little garret Bonner's
followers rebelled. He was compelled to go alone, carrying the lantern,
which one of the small boys had found. This part of the house was even
more loathsome than below, and it would be impossible to describe its
condition. He saw no sign of life, and retired in utter disgust. Then
came the trip to the cellar. Again he had no followers, the Tinkletown
men emphatically refusing to go down where old Mrs. Rank's body had been
buried. Bonner laughed at them and went down alone. It was nauseous with
age and the smell of damp earth, but it was cleaner there than above
stairs. The cellar was smaller than either of the living rooms, and was
to be reached only through the kitchen. There was no exit leading
directly to the exterior of the house, but there was one small window at
the south end. Bonner examined the room carefully and then rejoined the
party. For some reason the posse had retired to the open air as soon as
he left them to go below. No one knew exactly why, but when one started
to go forth the others followed with more or less alacrity.
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