"That didn't sound like Melchisedec," she said. "It wasn't scratchy enough." "What?" said Ermengarde, a little startled. "Didn't you think you heard something?" asked Sara. "N-no," Ermengarde faltered. "Did you?" "Perhaps I didn't," said Sara; "but I thought I did. It sounded as if something was on the slates--something that dragged softly." "What could it be?" said Ermengarde. "Could it be--robbers?" "No," Sara began cheerfully. "There is nothing to steal."