Somehow or other, Jimmy did not much care for that sound. It recalled things. Gerald Wadeā āand those seven ticking clocks on the mantelpieceā āā ā¦ Whose hand had placed them there, and why? He shivered.
It was a creepy business, this waiting. He didnāt wonder that things happened at spiritualistic sĆ©ances. Sitting in the gloom, one got all worked upā āready to start at the least sound. And unpleasant thoughts came crowding in on a fellow.
Ronny Devereux! Ronny Devereux and Gerry Wade! Both young, both full of life and energy, ordinary, jolly, healthy young men.
And now, where were they? Dank earthā āā ā¦ worms getting themā āā ā¦ Ugh! why couldnāt he put these horrible thoughts out of his mind?
He looked again at his watch. Twenty minutes past one only. How the time crawled.