The Old Lady in the Big House

I thought of the white-haired old lady in the big house, and that vivid, wicked little face that had just smiled into ours. For the first time I felt that with Evelyn Howard, something indefinable had gone from the atmosphere. Her presence had spell security. Now that security was removed, and the air seemed right with suspicion. The sinister face of Dr. Bowerstein recurred to me,. implessantly, a vague suspicion of everyone and everything filled my mind. Just for a moment, I had a premonition of approaching evil. Thank you for listening to Sleepy. Good night.