A Stable for Nightmares

EXCERPT
"Tom," said I, so soon as the jug of hot punch I had supplied him with began to exercise its genial and communicative influence; "you must tell me who beside your wife and you and myself slept in the house last night."
Tom, sitting near the door, set down his tumbler, and looked at me askance, while you might count seven, without speaking a word.
"Who else slept in the house?" he repeated, very deliberately.
"Not a living soul, sir;" and he looked hard at me, still evidently expecting something more.
"That is very odd," I said, returning his stare, and feeling really a little odd. "You are sure you were not in my room last night?"