Chapter IXThen, it became so very quiet. I was on my feet and standing in Ringwood's second floor hallway, just outside the bedroom where Adam hid under the bed. The only light I could detect was coming from the gas lamps in the hall. The Manor was no longer in the throes of collapsing: the weeping and wailing voices were gone.
A few yards before me was the main staircase and I could see Adam a few steps down, just above the middle landing. He was looking into a mirror on the staircase wall. His look was one of exasperation and shock as he observed his image in the mirror. He had yet to notice me as I moved closer and soon I could see the reflection in the mirror WAS NOT ADAM. It wore the same Victorian suit that Adam was wearing but the face belonged to Abram Hewitt!
This was Adam's dre
