There was an instant of dead silence and then the loud crack of a pandybat on the last desk. " "Never mentioned her in connection with Quint?" She saw, visibly flushing, where I was coming out. THE TURN OF THE SCREW The story had held us, round the fire, sufficiently breathless, but except the obvious remark that it was gruesome, as, on Christmas Eve in an old house, a strange tale should essentially be, I remember no comment uttered till somebody happened to say that it was the only case he had met in which such a visitation had fallen on a child. He sat looking at the two prints of butter on his plate but could not eat the damp bread.