Evidently the finger was alarmed, for it redoubled its pace, reached the
wardrobe, and went under it. By the time I had arrived at the article of
furniture it had disappeared. I lit a vesta match and held it beneath
the wardrobe, that was raised above the carpet by about two inches, on
turned feet, but I could see nothing more of the finger.
I got my umbrella and thrust it beneath, and raked forwards and
backwards, right and left, and raked out flue, and nothing more solid.