Jane Foster felt it also.

"It is the stillest house I was ever in," she said. "I'm glad
I've got you with me, Judy. If I was sole alone I believe it 'ud
give me the creeps. These big places ought to have big families
in them."

It was on the fourth floor that they came upon the Closed Room.
Jane had found some of the doors shut and some open, but a turn
of the handle gave entrance through all the unopened ones until
they reached this one at the back on the fourth floor.

"This one won't open," Jane said, when she tried the handle. Then
she shook it once or twice. "No, it's locked," she decided after
an effort or two. "There, I've just remembered. There's one kept
locked. Folks always has things they want locked up. I'll make
sure, though."

She shook it, turned the handle, shook again, pressed her knee
against the panel. The lock resisted all effort.

"Yes, this is the closed one," she made up her mind. "It's locked
hard and fast. It's the closed one."

It was logically proved to be the closed one by the fact that she
found no other one locked as she finished her round of the
chambers.

Judith was a little tired before they had done their work. But
her wandering pilgrimage through the large, silent, deserted