Jones, ‘and please Send me the half that’s got my keys.’ —HARRY GRAHAM Mrs. Ingram could not sleep because she was suddenly very hungry. She had eaten very little at dinner because that was the fashion. Ladies were supposed to pick at their food. It was two in the morning. Always considerate of servants, she decided not to ring the bell, but to make her way down to the kitchens and forage for something. She climbed down from the high old bed and pulled on a wrapper. She lit a bed candle and by the light of its wavering flame made her way out into the long corridor which led to the central staircase. As she walked carefully down to the first landing, holding on to the banister as she went and holding her candle high, eerie shadows flew away from her and up the walls. And then, just as she reached the first landing, she became aware that the air was suddenly full of jingling, tinkling sounds like elfin laughter. She froze. Then she realized the sound was coming from the chandelier which hung over the great hall.
