ack. It was a feeling she couldn't
quite describe and she sat perfectly motionless for several seconds.

Through her mind shot the thought that someone was watching her, peering
at her from the darkness of the long corridor.

Janet turned suddenly, but there was no one behind her. She got up and
went to the door where she could look down the corridor, but there was
no one in sight. The office across the corridor from Jim's was dark and
the windows only mirrored the shadowy depths.

Despite the fact that she saw no one, Janet was not wholly reassured and
she looked about Jim's office. There were shades at the windows and the
door which could be pulled down and she closed the door and drew all of
the curtains. Before returning to the desk, she snapped the spring lock
on the door. That done, she went back to the typewriter, but it was hard
to concentrate now.

Janet forced herself to the task. She knew she must finish and at last
got into the mood of her script again, working now at high speed and
wholly forgetful of the strange feeling which had alarmed her.

Somewhere in the distance a bell tolled midnight as she finished the
last page and pulled it triumphantly from the typewriter. The job was
done and she felt that it was well done.

The pages she had written were scattered over the top of the desk and as
she reached out to pick them up, one of them floated to the floor. Janet
half turned to pick it up. As she did so, her eyes fell on a small gap
in the curtains she had drawn on the windows along the corridor.

Chapter Twenty-five

JANET OPENS A DOOR

A half stifled scream escaped from her lips. Someone was staring at her
intently through the small opening. The light from the desk lamp was
just strong enough to reveal two eyes. That was all, but Janet saw the
desperate intentness with which they were focused upon her.

Then the eyes vanished and there was no sound from the corridor.
Involuntarily Janet leaped to her feet, her trembling hands seeking the
curtain and closing the gap. She wanted to cry out, but the words stuck
in her throat and she realized that to scream would be useless for there
was no one along the corridor at this hour of the night who could help
her.

Stepping back from the curtained window, Janet listened intently for the
sound of footfalls in the corridor. Then she remembered that it was
heavily carpeted and one could move along it without making a noise.

Visibly shaken, she