Stanton Arthur Coblentz,
The Round Tower
(1950)
“ There was no arguing now with my fear; it was taking command of me; the next instant, had the man not surmised my thoughts by some clairvoyant perception, I would have left the dolorous strangers to their fate and dashed pellmell down the tower stairs. "Hold, monsieur," his voice detained me. "It is growing late—we need a light." And then, with startled eyes, I witnessed one of the eeriest, one of the most inexplicable incidents of all. Suddenly, though I had seen no lantern, there was a light in the room! ”
