At eleven o'clock the family went to bed and by halfpast all the lights were out some time after Mr Otis woke up because of a noise outside his room it sounded like the clank of metal.He got up at once, struck a match and looked at the time it was exactly one o'clock. Mr Otis was quite calm. The strange noise continued and with it he heard the sound of footsteps he put on his slippers took a small bottle out of his dressing case and opened. The door. Right in front of him he saw an old man. He looked terrible. His eyes were red. His hair was long and grey. His clothes were old-fashioned and dirty, and there were handcuffs and rusty chains on his wrist and ankles."my dear sir,"said Mr Otis,"those chains need oiling. Here take this small bottle of lubricant. I will leave it here for you and I will give you more if you need it. "with these words the back To bed, closing the door behind him.