About nine o'clock
I was growing more and more nervous . Liddy had given up all pretense at bravery , and slept regularly in my dressing-room on the couch , with a prayer-book and a game knife from the kitchen under her pillow , thus preparing for both the natural and the supernatural . That was the way things stood that Thursday night , when I myself took a hand in the struggle . About nine o'clock that night Liddy came into the living-room and reported that one of the housemaids declared she had seen two men slip around the corner of the stable . Gertrude had been sitting staring in front of her , jumping at every sound . Now she turned on Liddy pettishly . `` I declare , Liddy , '' she said , `` you are a bundle of nerves .