Does anyone know the really scary poem (I think from the 1900s-1920s) about a party of decadent houseguests being directed down an ever-narrowing, ever-darker, ever-hotter staircase by said butler, who remains alone in the empty rooms? I remember it from childhood and now cannot track it down via google or anywhere else. Neil has a butler called Toombes in Forbidden Brides in Fragile Things, so I'm hoping some other Gaiman fan may have been similarly traumatized by the poem as an infant and had to good sense to hang on to the volume of poetry that contained it! Hoping that someone can help - thanks!