To make this part of my story clear, here is a plan showing the first floor of Stiles. It was the middle of the night when Lawrence Cavendish woke me up, a candle in his hand. "Mother's very ill. We can hear her calling, but she's locked the door." I jumped out of bed and followed Lawrence to the door of Mrs. Inglethorpe's room. John Cavendish joined us and tried to open the door, but it was locked or bolted on the inside.
Everyone in the house was now awake, and we could hear terrible sounds from inside the room. We had to do something. "Go through Mr. Inglethorpe's room, sir," said Dorcas the maid女佣.
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