Julia always hated that smell. So she came to my room. We talked for quite a while mainly about her wedding. At about 11 p.m., she got up to go back to her room. Just as she was leaving, she asked "Do you ever hear any whistling in the early hours of the morning? I told her that I had never heard anything. the Then she asked me if I whistled in my sleep.
I told her, "No. I don't think so. Why do you ask me that?' She said that she always heard a whistle in the quiet of the night at about three in the morning. She was a light sleeper and any noise woke her up.
She said that she had tried to find out where the noise was coming from. She didn't know whether it was coming from the room next door or from outside. I told her that maybe it was coming from the gypsies. She agreed and left to return to her room. I heard her enter her room and lock the door.
"Did you always lock your rooms at night?" Holmes asked
“Yes, every night. We were worried about the cheetah and the baboon," she replied.
"Yes, of course you would have been. Please go on with your story."
"That night, I tossed and turned all night. I did not sleep a wink. We were twins and people say that twins can sense things about each other. I had a terrible feeling of disaster. It was a very windy night and the rain pounded against the windows. Then I heard a blood-curdling scream. I knew it was my sister's voice.
I sprang from my bed. As I ran to my sister's room, I heard a whistling sound and then a clanging sound as if a mass of metal had fallen. She opened her door slowly.