noon
I got her away at last , and she went , muttering something about digging up the cellar floor and finding an uneasy spirit . Then I fell asleep . I had taken cold that night , and the following morning I spent in bed . At noon Maggie came upstairs , holding at arm 's length a book . She kept her face averted , and gave me a slanting and outraged glance . `` This is a nice place we 've come to , '' she said , acidly . `` Murder in the telephone and anti-Christ in the fruit cellar ! ''