His flickering candle flame showed several doors leading off on either side. He tried the handles and discovered that one or two were locked, but most swung open with a squeak and a shower of choking dust to reveal an empty little room or a room piled with broken bits of furniture. It was obvious that the farmhouse had been deserted for many years. Raising the candlestick high, the Doctor peered into the cobwebby shadows and every few paces he stopped and listened. Once or twice he fancied he could detect the sound of heavy breathing, but soon he decided that his imagination was playing tricks. He was about to give up his search for something interesting and retrace his steps downstairs, when he suddenly heard a sinister creaking noise at the other end of the long passage. Grasping his stick firmly in one hand and the heavy candlestick in the other, he advanced towards the source of the ominous noise, his eyes darting from side to side and his wiry body tensed, ready to defend himself against attack.
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