Then she remembered something.I heard that cry in the house again, Martha.
It wasn't the wind this time.
I've heard it three times now.Who is it?
Martha looked uncomfortable.You mustn't go wandering around the house,you know.
Mr Craven wouldn't like it.Now I must go and help the others downstairs.
I'll see you at teatime.
As the door closed behind Martha,Mary thought to herself,
This really is the strangest house that anyone ever lived in.