But we must test the matter now, Patterson, and I think you had better call upon Colonel Morris and tell him so." This service, however, to Mr. Craven's intense astonishment, I utterly declined. I told himrespectfully, of course under no possible conditions of life could I have spoken other than respectfully to a master I loved so wellthat if a message were to be delivered viva voce from our office, it could not be so delivered by me. I mentioned the fact that I felt no desire to be kicked downstairs. I declared that I should consider it an unseemly thing for me to engage in personal conflict with a gentleman of Colonel Morris's years and social position, and, as a final argument, I stated solemnly that I believed no number of interviews would change the opinions of our late tenant or induce him to alter his determination. "He says he will fight," I remarked, as a finish to my speech, "and I am confident he will till he drops." "Well, well," said Mr. Craven, "I suppose he must do so then; but meantime it is all very hard upon me." And, indeed, so it proved; what with Miss Blake, who, of course, required frequent advances to sustain her strength during the approaching ordeal; what with policemen, who could not "undertake to be always awatching River Hall"; what with watchmen, who kept their vigils in the nearest publichouse as long as it was open, and then peacefully returned home to sleep; what with possible tenants, who came to us imagining the place was to let, and whom we referred to Colonel Morris, who dismissed them, each and all, with a tale which disenchanted them with the "desirable residence"it was all exceeding hard upon Mr. Craven and his clerks till the quarter turned when we could take action about the matter. Before the new year was well commenced, we were in the heat of the battle. We had written to Colonel Morris, applying for one quarter's rent of River Hall. A disreputable blackguard of a solicitor would have served him with a writ; but we were eminently respectable not at the bidding of her most gracious Majesty, whose name we invoked on many and many of our papers, would Mr. Craven have dispensed with the preliminary letter; and I feel bound to say I follow in his footsteps in that respect. To this notice, Colonel Morris replied, referring us to his solicitors. We wrote to them, eliciting a reply to the effect that they would receive service of a writ. We served that writ, and then, as Colonel Morris intended to fight, instructed counsel. Meanwhile the "Uninhabited House," and the furniture it contained, was, as Mr. Taylor tersely expressed the matter, "Going to the devil." We could not help that, howeverwar was put upon us, and go to war we felt we must. Which was all extremely hard upon Mr. Craven. To my knowledge, he had already, in three months, advanced thirty pounds to Miss Blake, besides allowing her to get into his debt for counsel's fees, and costs out of pocket, and cab hire, and Heaven knows what besideswith a problematical result also. Colonel Morris' solicitors were sparing no expenses to crush us. Clearly they, in a blessed vision, beheld an enormous bill, paid without difficulty or question. Fifty guineas here or there did not signify to their client, whilst to uswell, really, let a lawyer be as kind and disinterested as he will, fifty guineas disbursed upon the suit of an utterly insolvent, or persistently insolvent, client means something eminently disagreeable to him. Nevertheless, we were all heartily glad to know the day of war was come. Body and soul, we all went in for Miss Blake, and Helena, and the "Uninhabited House." Even Mr. Taylor relented, and was to be seen rushing about with papers in hand relating to the impending suit of Blake v. Morris. "She is a blank, blank woman," he remarked to me; "but still the case is interesting. I don't think ghosts have ever before come into court in my experience." And we were all of the same mind. We girt up our loins for the fight. Each of us, I think, on the strength of her celebrity, lent Miss Blake a few shillings, and one or two of our number franked her to luncheon. She patronized us all, I know, and said she should like to tell our mothers they had reason to be proud of their sons. And then came a dreadfully solemn morning, when we went to Westminster and championed Miss Blake. Never in our memory of the lady had she appeared to such advantage as when we met her in Edward the Confessor's Hall. She looked a little paler than usual, and we felt her general getup was a credit to our establishment. She wore an immense fur tippet, which, though then of an obsolete fashion, made her look like a threepercent. annuitant going to receive her dividends. Her throat was covered with a fine white lawn handkerchief; her dress was mercifully long enough to conceal her boots; her bonnet was perfectly straight, and the strings tied by some one who understood that bows should be pulled out and otherwise fancifully manipulated. As she carried a muff as large as a big drum, she had conceived the happy idea of dispensing altogether with gloves, and I saw that one of the fingers she gave me to shake was adorned with a diamond ring. "Miss Elmsdale's," whispered Taylor to me. "It belonged to her mother." Hearing which, I understood Helena had superintended her aunt's toilet. "Did you ever see Miss Elmsdale?" I inquired of our manager. "Not for years," was the answer. "She bade fair to be pretty." "Why does not Miss Blake bring her out with her sometimes?" I asked. "I believe she is expecting the Queen to give her assent to her marrying the Prince of Wales," explained Taylor, "and she does not wish her to appear much in public until after the wedding." The court was crammed. Somehow it had got into the papersprobably through Colonel Morris' gossips at the clubthat ours was likely to prove a very interesting case, and though the morning was damp and wretched, ladies and gentlemen had turned out into the fog and drizzle, as ladies and gentlemen will when there seems the least chance of a new sensation being provided for them. Further, there were lots of reporters. "It will be in every paper throughout the kingdom," groaned Taylor. "We had better by far have left the Colonel alone." That had always been my opinion, but I only said, "Well, it is of no use looking back now." I glanced at Mr. Craven, and saw he was ill at ease. We had considerable faith in ourselves, our case, and our counsel; but, then, we could not be blind to the fact that Colonel Morris' counsel were men very much better known than our menthat a cloud of witnesses, thirsting to avenge themselves for the rent we had compelled them to pay for an uninhabitable house, were hovering about the court(had we not seen and recognized them in the Hall?)that, in fact, there were two very distinct sides to the question, one represented by Colonel Morris and his party, and the other by Miss Blake and ourselves. Of course our case lay in a nutshell. We had let the place, and Colonel Morris had agreed to take it. Colonel Morris now wanted to be rid of his bargain, and we were determined to keep him to it. Colonel Morris said the house was haunted, and that no one could live in it. We said the house was not haunted, and that anybody could live in it; that River Hall was "in every respect suited for the residence of a family of position"see advertisements in Times and Morning Post. Now, if the reader will kindly consider the matter, it must be an extremely difficult thing to prove, in a court of law, that a house, by reason solely of being haunted, is unsuitable for the residence of a gentleman of position. Smells, bad drainage, impure water, unhealthiness of situation, dampness, the absence of advantages mentioned, the presence of small gamemore odious to tenants of furnished houses than ground game to farmersall these things had, we knew, been made pretexts for repudiation of contracts, and often successfully, but we could find no precedent for ghosts being held as just pleas upon which to relinquish a tenancy; and we made sure of a favourable verdict accordingly. To this day, I believe that our hopes would have been justified by the result, had some demon of mischief not put it into the head of Taylorwho had the management of the casethat it would be a good thing to get Miss Blake into the witnessbox. "She will amuse the jury," he said, "and juries have always a kindly feeling for any person who can amuse them." Which was all very well, and might be very true in a general way, but Miss Blake proved the exception to his rule. Of course she amused the jury, in fact, she amused everyone. To get her to give a straightforward answer to any question was simply impossible. Over and over again the judge explained to her that "yes" or "no" would be amply sufficient; but all in vain. She launched out at large in reply to our counsel, who, nevertheless, when he sat down, had gained his point. Miss Blake declared upon oath she had never seen anything worse than herself at River Hall, and did not believe anybody else ever had. She had never been there during Colonel Morris' tenancy, or she must certainly have seen something worse than a ghost, a man ready and anxious to "rob the orphan," and she was going to add the "widow" when peals of laughter stopped her utterance. Miss Blake had no faith in ghosts resident at River Hall, and if anybody was playing tricks about the house, she should have thought a "fighting gentleman by profession" capable of getting rid of them. "Unless he was afraid," added Miss Blake, with withering irony. Then up rose the opposition counsel, who approached her in an easy, conversational manner. "And so you do not believe in ghosts, Miss Blake?" he began. "Indeed and I don't," she answered. "But if we have not ghosts, what is to become of the literature of your country?" he inquired. "I don't know what you mean, by talking about my country," said Miss Blake, who was always proclaiming her nationality, and quarrelling with those who discovered it without such proclamation. "I mean," he explained, "that all the fanciful legends and beautiful stories for which Ireland is celebrated have their origin in the supernatural. There are, for instance, several old families who have their traditional banshee." "For that matter, we have one ourselves," agreed Miss Blake, with conscious pride. At this junction our counsel interposed with a suggestion that there was no insinuation about any banshee residing at River Hall. "No, the question is about a ghost, and I am coming to that. Different countries have different usages. In Ireland, as Miss Blake admits, there exists a very ladylike spirit, who announces the coming death of any member of certain families. In England, we have ghosts, who appear after the death of some members of some families. Now, Miss Blake, I want you to exercise your memory. Do you remember a night in the November after Mr. Elmsdale's death?" "I remember many nights in many months that I passed brokenhearted in that house," she answered, composedly; but she grew very pale; and feeling there was something unexpected behind both question and answer, our counsel looked at us, and we looked back at him, dismayed. "Your niece, being nervous, slept in the same room as that occupied by you?" continued the learned gentleman. "She did," said Miss Blake. Her answer was short enough, and direct enough, at last. "Now, on the particular November night to which I refer, do you recollect being awakened by Miss Elmsdale?" "She wakened me many a time," answered Miss Blake, and I noticed that she looked away from her questioner, and towards the gallery. "Exactly so; but on one especial night she woke you, saying, her father was walking along the passage; that she knew his step, and that she heard his keys strike against the wall?" "Yes, I remember that," said Miss Blake, with suspicious alacrity. "She kept me up till daybreak. She was always thinking about him, poor child." "Very natural indeed," commented our adversary. "And you told her not to be foolish, I daresay, and very probably tried to reassure her by saying one of the servants must have passed; and no doubt, being a lady possessed of energy and courage, you opened your bedroom door, and looked up and down the corridor?" "Certainly I did," agreed Miss Blake. "And saw nothingand no one?" "I saw nothing." "And then, possibly, in order to convince Miss Elmsdale of the full extent of her delusion, you lit a candle, and went downstairs." "Of coursewhy wouldn't I?" said Miss Blake, defiantly. "Why not, indeed?" repeated the learned gentleman, pensively. "Why not?Miss Blake being brave as she is witty. Well, you went downstairs, and, as was the admirable custom of the housea custom worthy of all commendationyou found the doors opening from the hall bolted and locked?" "I did." "And no sign of a human being about?" "Except myself," supplemented Miss Blake. "And rather wishing to find that some human being besides yourself was about, you retraced your steps, and visited the servants' apartments?" "You might have been with me," said Miss Blake, with an angry sneer. "I wish I had," he answered. "I can never sufficiently deplore the fact of my absence. And you found the servants asleep?" "Well, they seemed asleep," said the lady; "but that does not prove that they were so." "Doubtless," he agreed. "Nevertheless, so far as you could judge, none of them looked as if they had been wandering up and down the corridors?" "I could not judge one way or another," said Miss Blake "for the tricks of English servants, it is impossible for anyone to be up to." "Still, it did not occur to you at the time that any of them was feigning slumber?" "I can't say it did. You see, I am naturally unsuspicious," explained Miss Blake, naively. "Precisely so. And thus it happened that you were unable to confute Miss Elmsdale's fancy?" "I told her she must have been dreaming," retorted Miss Blake. "People who wake all of a sudden often confound dreams with realities." "And people who are not in the habit of awaking suddenly often do the same thing," agreed her questioner; "and so, Miss Blake, we will pass out of dreamland, and into daylightor rather foglight. Do you recollect a particularly foggy day, when your niece, hearing a favourite dog moaning piteously, opened the door of the room where her father died, in order to let it out?" Miss Blake set her lips tight, and looked up at the gallery. There was a little stir in that part of the court, a shuffling of feet, and suppressed whispering. In vain the crier shouted, "Silence! silence, there!" The bustle continued for about a minute, and then all became quiet again. A policeman stated "a female had fainted," and our curiosity being satisfied, we all with one accord turned towards our learned friend, who, one hand under his gown, holding it back, and the other raised to emphasise his question, had stood in this picturesque attitude during the time occupied in carrying the female out, as if done in stone. "Miss Blake, will you kindly answer my question?" he said, when order once again reigned in court. "You're worse than a heathen," remarked the lady, irrelevantly. "I am sorry you do not like me," he replied, "for I admire you very much; but my imperfections are beside the matter in point. What I want you to tell us is, did Miss Elmsdale open that door?" "She didthe creature, she did," was the answer; "her heart was always tender to dumb brutes." "I have no doubt the young lady's heart was everything it ought to be," was the reply; "and for that reason, though she had an intense repugnance to enter the room, she opened the door to let the dog out." "She said so I was not there," answered Miss Blake. Whereupon ensued a brisk skirmish between counsel as to whether Miss Blake could give evidence about a matter of mere hearsay. And after they had fought for ten minutes over the legal bone, our adversary said he would put the question differently, which he did, thus "You were sitting in the diningroom, when you were startled by hearing a piercing shriek." "I heard a screechyou can call it what you like," said Miss Blake, feeling an utter contempt for English phraseology. "I stand corrected; thank you, Miss Blake. You heard a screech, in short, and you hurried across the hall, and found Miss Elmsdale in a fainting condition, on the floor of the library. Was that so?" "She often fainted she is all nairves," explained poor Miss Blake. "No doubt. And when she regained consciousness, she entreated to be taken out of that dreadful room." "She never liked the room after her father's death it was natural, poor child." "Quite natural. And so you took her into the diningroom, and there, curled upon the hearthrug, fast asleep, was the little dog she fancied she heard whining in the library." "Yes, he had been away for two or three days, and came home hungry and sleepy." "Exactly. And you have, therefore, no reason to believe he was shamming slumber." "I believe I am getting very tired of your questions and crossquestions," she said, irritably. "Now, what a pity!" remarked her tormentor; "for I could never tire of your answers. At all events, Miss Elmsdale could not have heard him whining in the libraryso called." "She might have heard some other dog," said Miss Blake. "As a matter of fact, however, she stated to you there was no dog in the room." "She did. But I don't think she knew whether there was or not." "In any case, she did not see a dog; you did not see one; and the servants did not." "I did not," replied Miss Blake; "as to the servants, I would not believe them on their oath." "Hush! hush! Miss Blake," entreated our opponent. "I am afraid you must not be quite so frank. Now to return to business. When Miss Elmsdale recovered consciousness, which she did in that very comfortable easychair in the diningroomwhat did she tell you?" "Do you think I am going to repeat her halfsilly words?" demanded Miss Blake, angrily. "Poor dear, she was out of her mind half the time, after her father's death." "No doubt; but still, I must just ask you to tell us what passed. Was it anything like this? Did she say, 'I have seen my father. He was coming out of the strongroom when I lifted my head after looking for Juan, and he was wringing his hands, and seemed in some terrible distress'?" "God forgive them that told you her words," remarked Miss Blake; "but she did say just those, and I hope they'll do you and her as played eavesdropper all the good I wish." "Really, Miss Blake," interposed the judge. "I have no more questions to ask, my lord," said Colonel Morris' counsel, serenely triumphant. "Miss Blake can go down now." And Miss Blake did go down; and Taylor whispered in my ear "She had done for us." 6. WE AGREE TO COMPROMISE Colonel Morris' side of the case was now to be heard, and heads were bending eagerly forward to catch each word of wisdom that should fall from the lips of Serjeant Playfire, when I felt a hand, cold as ice, laid on mine, and turning, beheld Miss Blake at my elbow. She was as white as the nature of her complexion would permit, and her voice shook as she whispered "Take me away from this place, will you?" I cleared a way for her out of the court, and when we reached Westminster Hall, seeing how upset she seemed, asked if I could get anything for her"a glass of water, or wine," I suggested, in my extremity. "Neither water nor wine will mend a broken heart," she answered, solemnly; "and mine has been broken in there"with a nod she indicated the court we had just left. Not remembering at the moment an approved recipe for the cure of such a fracture, I was cudgelling my brains to think of some form of reply not likely to give offence, when, to my unspeakable relief, Mr. Craven came up to where we stood. "I will take charge of Miss Blake now, Patterson," he said, gravelyvery gravely; and accepting this as an intimation that he desired my absence, I was turning away, when I heard Miss Blake say "Where is shethe creature? What have they done with her at all?" "I have sent her home," was Mr. Craven's reply. "How could you be so foolish as to mislead me as you have done?" "Come," thought I, smelling the battle afar off, "we shall soon have Craven v. Blake tried privately in our office." I knew Mr. Craven pretty well, and understood he would not readily forgive Miss Blake for having kept Miss Helena's experiences a secret from him. Over and over I had heard Miss Blake state there was not a thing really against the house, and that Helena, poor dear, only hated the place because she had there lost her father. "Not much of a loss either, if she could be brought to think so," finished Miss Blake, sometimes. Consequently, to Mr. Craven, as well as to all the rest of those connected with the firm, the facts elicited by Serjeant Playfire were new as unwelcome. If the daughter of the house dreamed dreams and beheld visions, why should strangers be denied a like privilege? If Miss Elmsdale believed her father could not rest in his grave, how were we to compel belief as to calm repose on the part of yearly tenants? "Playfire has been pitching into us pretty strong," remarked Taylor, when I at length elbowed my way back to where our manager sat. "Where is Mr. Craven?" "I left him with Miss Blake." "It is just as well he has not heard all the civil remarks Playfire made about our connection with the business. Hush! he is going to call his witnesses. No, the court is about to adjourn for luncheon." Once again I went out into Westminster Hall, and was sauntering idly up and down over its stones when Mr. Craven joined me. "A bad business this, Patterson," he remarked. "We shall never get another tenant for that house," I answered. "Certainly no tenant will ever again be got through me," he said, irritably; and then Taylor came to him, all in a hurry, and explaining he was wanted, carried him away. "They are going to compromise," I thought, and followed slowly in the direction taken by my principal. How I knew they were thinking of anything of the kind, I cannot say, but intuitively I understood the course events were taking. Our counsel had mentally decided that, although the jury might feel inclined to uphold contracts and to repudiate ghosts, still, it would be impossible for them to overlook the fact that Colonel Morris had rented the place in utter ignorance of its antecedents, and that we had, so far, taken a perhaps undue advantage of him; moreover, the gallant officer had witnesses in court able to prove, and desirous of proving, that we had over and over again compromised matters with dissatisfied tenants, and cancelled agreements, not once or twice, but many, times; further, on no single occasion had Miss Blake and her niece ever slept a single night in the uninhabited house from the day when they left it; no matter how scarce of money they chanced to be, they went into lodgings rather than reside at River Hall. This was beyond dispute and Miss Blake's evidence supplied the reason for conduct so extraordinary. For some reason the house was uninhabitable. The very owners could not live in it; and yetso in imagination we heard Serjeant Playfire declaim"The lady from whom the TRUTH had that day been reluctantly wrung had the audacity to insist that delicate women and tender children should continue to inhabit a dwelling over which a CURSE seemed broodinga dwelling where the dead were always striving for mastery with the living; or else pay Miss Blake a sum of money which should enable her and the daughter of the suicide to live in ease and luxury on the profits of DECEPTION." And looking at the matter candidly, our counsel did not believe the jury could return a verdict. He felt satisfied, he said, there was not a landlord in the box, that they were all tenants, who would consider the three months' rent paid over and above the actual occupation rent, ample, and more than ample, remuneration. On the other hand, Serjeant Playfire, whose experience of juries was large, and calculated to make him feel some contempt for the judgment of "twelve honest men" in any case from pocketpicking to manslaughter, had a prevision that, when the judge had explained to Mr. Foreman and gentlemen of the jury, the nature of a contract, and told them supernatural appearances, however disagreeable, were not recognized in law as a sufficient cause for breaking an agreement, a verdict would be found for Miss Blake. "There must be one landlord amongst them," he considered; "and if there is, he will wind the rest round his finger. Besides, they will take the side of the women, naturally; and Miss Blake made them laugh, and the way she spoke of her niece touched them; while, as for the Colonel, he won't like crossexamination, and I can see my learned friend means to make him appear ridiculous. Enough has been done for honourlet us think of safety." "For my part," said Colonel Morris, when the question was referred to him, "I am not a vindictive man, nor, I hope, an ungenerous foe; I do not like to be victimized, and I have vindicated my principles. The victory was mine in fact, if not in law, when that old Irishwoman's confession was wrung out of her. So, therefore, gentlemen, settle the matter as you pleaseI shall be satisfied." And all the time he was inwardly praying some arrangement might be come to. He was brave enough in his own way, but it is one thing to go into battle, and another to stand legal fire without the chance of sending a single bullet in return. Ridicule is the vulnerable spot in the heel of many a modern Achilles; and while the rest of the court was "convulsed with laughter" over Miss Blake's crossexamination, the gallant Colonel felt himself alternately turning hot and cold when he thought that through even such an ordeal he might have to pass. And, accordingly, to cut short this part of my story, amongst them the lawyers agreed to compromise the matter thus Colonel Morris to give Miss Blake a third quarter's rentin other words, fifty pounds more, and each side to pay its own costs. When this decision was finally arrived at, Mr. Craven's face was a study. Full well he knew on whom would fall the costs of one side. He saw in prophetic vision the fifty pounds passing out of his hands into those of Miss Blake, but no revelation was vouchsafed on the subject of loans unpaid, of costs out of pocket, or costs at all. After we left court he employed himself, I fancy, for the remainder of the afternoon in making mental calculations of how much poorer a man Mrs. Elmsdale's memory, and the Uninhabited House had left him; and, upon the whole, the arithmetical problem could not have proved satisfactory when solved. The judge complimented everyone upon the compromise effected. It was honourable in every way, and creditable to all parties concerned, but the jury evidently were somewhat dissatisfied at the turn affairs had taken, while the witnesses were like to rend Colonel Morris asunder. "They had come, at great inconvenience to themselves, to expose the tactics of that Blake woman and her solicitor," so they said; "and they thought the affair ought not to have been hushed up." As for the audience, they murmured openly. They received the statement that the case was over, with groans, hisses, and other marks of disapproval, and we heard comments on the matter uttered by disappointed spectators all the way up Parliament Street, till we arrived at that point where we left the main thoroughfare, in order to strike across to Buckingham Street. Therewhere Pepys once livedwe betook ourselves to our books and papers, with a sense of unusual depression in the atmosphere. It was a gray, dull, cheerless afternoon, and more than one of us, looking out at the mud bank, which, at low water, then occupied the space now laid out as gardens, wondered how River Hall, desolate, tenantless, uninhabited, looked under that sullen sky, with the murky river flowing onward, day and night, day and night, leaving, unheeding, an unsolved mystery on its banks. For a week we saw nothing of Miss Blake, but at the end of that time, in consequence of a somewhat imperative summons from Mr. Craven, she called at the office late one afternoon. We comprehended she had selected that, for her, unusual time of day for a visit, hoping our principal might have left ere she arrived; but in this hope she was disappointed Mr. Craven was in, at leisure, and anxious to see her. I shall never forget that interview. Miss Blake arrived about five o'clock, when it was quite dark out of doors, and when, in all our offices except Mr. Craven's, the gas was flaring away triumphantly. In his apartment he kept the light always subdued, but between the fire and the lamp there was plenty of light to see that Miss Blake looked ill and depressed, and that Mr. Craven had assumed a peculiar expression, which, to those who knew him best, implied he had made up his mind to pursue a particular course of action, and meant to adhere to his determination. "You wanted to see me," said our client, breaking the ice. "Yes; I wanted to tell you that our connection with the River Hall property must be considered at an end." "Well, well, that is the way of men, I supposein England." "I do not think any man, whether in England or Ireland, could have done more for a client than I have tried to do for you, Miss Blake," was the offended answer. "I am sure I have never found fault with you," remarked Miss Blake, deprecatingly. "And I do not think," continued Mr. Craven, unheeding her remark, "any lawyer ever met with a worse return for all his trouble than I have received from you." "Dear, dear," said Miss Blake, with comic disbelief in her tone, "that is very bad." "There are two classes of men who ought to be treated with entire confidence," persisted Mr. Craven, "lawyers and doctors. It is as foolish to keep back anything from one as from another." "I daresay," argued Miss Blake; "but we are not all wise alike, you know." "No," remarked my principal, who was indeed no match for the lady, "or you would never have allowed me to take your case into court in ignorance of Helena having seen her father." "Come, come," retorted Miss Blake; "you do not mean to say you believe she ever did see her father since he was buried, and had the stonework put all right and neat again, about him? And, indeed, it went to my heart to have a man who had fallen into such bad ways laid in the same grave with my dear sister, but I thought it would be unchristian" "We need not go over all that ground once more, surely," interrupted Mr. Craven. "I have heard your opinions concerning Mr. Elmsdale frequently expressed ere now. That which I never did hear, however, until it proved too late, was the fact of Helena having fancied she saw her father after his death." "And what good would it have done you, if I had repeated all the child's foolish notions?" "This, that I should not have tried to let a house believed by the owner herself to be uninhabitable." "And so you would have kept us without bread to put in our mouths, or a roof over our heads." "I should have asked you to do at first what I must ask you to do at last. If you decline to sell the place, or let it unfurnished, on a long lease, to some one willing to take it, spite of its bad character, I must say the house will never again be let through my instrumentality, and I must beg you to advertise River Hall yourself, or place it in the hands of an agent." "Do you mean to say, William Craven," asked Miss Blake, solemnly, "that you believe that house to be haunted?" "I do not," he answered. "I do not believe in ghosts, but I believe the place has somehow got a bad nameperhaps through Helena's fancies, and that people imagine it is haunted, and get frightened probably at sight of their own shadows.


Come, Miss Blake, I see a way out of this difficulty; you go and take up your abode at River Hall for six months, and at the end of that time the evil charm will be broken." "And Helena dead," she observed. "You need not take Helena with you." "Nor anybody else, I suppose you mean," she remarked. "Thank you, Mr. Craven; but though my life is none too happy, I should like to die a natural death, and God only knows whether those who have been peeping and spying about the place might not murder me in my bed, if I ever went to bed in the house; that is" "Then, in a word, you do believe the place is haunted." "I do nothing of the kind," she answered, angrily; "but though I have courage enough, thank Heaven, I should not like to stay all alone in any house, and I know there is not a servant in England would stay there with me, unless she meant to take my life. But I tell you what, William Craven, there are lots of poor creatures in the world even poorer than we aretutors and starved curates, and the like. Get one of them to stay at the Hall till he finds out where the trick is, and I won't mind saying he shall have fifty pounds down for his pains; that is, I mean, of course, when he has discovered the secret of all these strange lights, and suchlike." And feeling she had by this proposition struck Mr. Craven under the fifth rib, Miss Blake rose to depart. "You will kindly think over what I have said," observed Mr. Craven. "I'll do that if you will kindly think over what I have said," she retorted, with the utmost composure; and then, after a curt goodevening, she passed through the door I held open, nodding to me, as though she would have remarked, "I'm more than a match for your master still, young man." "What a woman that is!" exclaimed Mr. Craven, as I resumed my seat. "Do you think she really means what she says about the fifty pounds?" I inquired. "I do not know," he answered, "but I know I would cheerfully pay that sum to anyone who could unravel the mystery of River Hall." "Are you in earnest, sir?" I asked, in some surprise. "Certainly I am," he replied. "Then let me go and stay at River Hall," I said. "I will undertake to run the ghost to earth for half the money." 7. MY OWN STORY It is necessary now that I should tell the readers something about my own antecedents. Aware of how uninteresting the subject must prove, I shall make that something as short as possible. Already it will have been clearly understood, both from my own hints, and from Miss Blake's far from reticent remarks on my position, that I was a clerk at a salary in Mr. Craven's office. But this had not always been the case. When I went first to Buckingham Street, I was duly articled to Mr. Craven, and my mother and sister, who were of aspiring dispositions, lamented that my choice of a profession had fallen on law rather than soldiering. They would have been proud of a young fellow in uniform; but they did not feel at all elated at the idea of being so closely connected with a "musty attorney." As for my father, he told me to make my own choice, and found the money to enable me to do so. He was an easygoing soul, who was in the miserable position of having a sufficient income to live on without exerting either mind or body; and yet whose income was insufficient to enable him to have superior hobbies, or to gratify any particular taste. We resided in the country, and belonged to the middle class of comfortable, welltodo English people. In our way, we were somewhat exclusive as to our associatesand as the Hall and Castle residents were, in their way, exclusive also, we lived almost out of society. Indeed, we were very intimate with only one family in our neighbourhood; and I think it was the example of the son of that house which first induced me to think of leading a different existence from that in which my father had grown as green and mossy as a felled tree. Ned Munro, the eldest hope of a proud but reduced stock, elected to study for the medical profession. "The life here," he remarked, vaguely indicating the distant houses occupied by our respective sires, "may suit the old folks, but it does not suit me." And he went out into the wilderness of the world. After his departure I found that the life at home did not suit me either, and so I followed his lead, and went, duly articled, to Mr. Craven, of Buckingham Street, Strand. Mr. Craven and my father were old friends. To this hour I thank Heaven for giving my father such a friend. After I had been for a considerable time with Mr. Craven, there came a dreadful day, when tidings arrived that my father was ruined, and my immediate presence required at home. What followed was that which is usual enough in all such cases, with this differencethe loss of his fortune killed my father. From what I have seen since, I believe when he took to his bed and quietly gave up living altogether, he did the wisest and best thing possible under the circumstances. Dear, simple, kindly old man, I cannot fancy how his feeble nature might have endured the years which followed; filled by my mother and sister with lamentations, though we knew no actual wantthanks to Mr. Craven. My father had been dabbling in shares, and when the natural consequenceruin, utter ruin, came to our pretty country home, Mr. Craven returned me the money paid to him, and offered me a salary. Think of what this kindness was, and we penniless; while all the time relations stood aloof, holding out nor hand nor purse, till they saw whether we could weather the storm without their help. Amongst those relations chanced to be a certain Admiral Patterson, an uncle of my father. When we were welltodo he had not disdained to visit us in our quiet home, but when poverty came he tied up his pursestrings and ignored our existence, till at length, hearing by a mere chance that I was supporting my mother and sister by my own exertions (always helped by Mr. Craven's goodness), he said, audibly, that the "young jackanapes must have more in him than he thought," and wrote to beg that I would spend my next holiday at his house. I was anxious to accept the invitation, as a friend told me he felt certain the old gentleman would forward my views; but I did not choose to visit my relative in shabby clothes and with empty pockets; therefore, it fell out that I jumped at Miss Blake's suggestion, and closed with Mr. Craven's offer on the spot. Half fiftytwentyfivepounds would replenish my wardrobe, pay my travelling expenses, and leave me with money in my pocket, as well. I told Mr. Craven all this in a breath. When I had done so he laughed, and said "You have worked hard, Patterson. Here is ten pounds. Go and see your uncle; but leave River Hall alone." Then, almost with tears, I entreated him not to baulk my purpose. If I could rid River Hall of its ghost, I would take money from him, not otherwise. I told him I had set my heart on unravelling the mystery attached to that place, and I could have told him another mystery at the same time, had shame not tied my tongue. I was in lovefor the first time in my lifehopelessly, senselessly, with a face of which I thought all day and dreamed all night, that had made itself in a moment part and parcel of my story, thus I had been at Kentish Town to see one of our clients, and having finished my business, walked on as far as Camden Town, intending to take an omnibus which might set me down somewhere near Chancery Lane. Whilst standing at the top of College Street, under shelter of my umbrella, a drizzling rain falling and rendering the pavement dirty and slippery, I noticed a young lady waiting to cross the roada young lady with, to my mind, the sweetest, fairest, most lovable face on which my eyes had ever rested. I could look at her without causing annoyance, because she was so completely occupied in watching lumbering vans, fast carts, crawling cabs, and various other vehicles, which chanced at that moment to be crowding the thoroughfare, that she had no leisure to bestow even a glance on any pedestrian. A governess, I decided for her dress, though neat, and even elegant, was by no means costly; moreover, there was an expression of settled melancholy about her features, and further, she carried a roll, which looked like music, in her hand. In less time than it has taken me to write this paragraph, I had settled all about her to my own satisfaction. Father bankrupt. Mother delicate. Young brothers and sisters, probably, all crying aloud for the pittance she was able to earn by giving lessons at so much an hour. She had not been long at her present occupation, I felt satisfied, for she was evidently unaccustomed to being out in the streets alone on a wet day. I would have offered to see her across the road, but for two reasons one, because I felt shy about proffering my services; the other, because I was exceedingly doubtful whether I might not give offence by speaking. After the fashion of so many of her sex, she made about half a dozen false starts, advancing as some friendly cabby made signs for her to venture the passage, retreating as she caught sight of some coming vehicle still yards distant. At last, imagining the way clear, she made a sudden rush, and had just got well off the curb, when a mail phaeton turned the corner, and in one second she was down in the middle of the road, and I struggling with the horses and swearing at the driver, who, in his turn, very heartily anathematized me. I do not remember all I said to the portly, wellfed, swaggering cockney upstart; but there was so much in it uncomplimentary to himself and his driving, that the crowd already assembled cheered, as all crowds will cheer profane and personal language; and he was glad enough to gather up his reins and touch his horses, and trot off, without having first gone through the ceremony of asking whether the girl he had so nearly driven over was living or dead. Meantime she had been carried into the nearest shop, whither I followed her. I do not know why all the people standing about imagined me to be her brother, but they certainly did so, and, under that impression, made way for me to enter the parlour behind the shop, where I found my poor beauty sitting, faint and frightened and draggled, whilst the woman of the house was trying to wipe the mud off her dress, and endeavouring to persuade her to swallow some wineandwater. As I entered, she lifted her eyes to mine, and said, "Thank you, sir. I trust you have not got hurt yourself," so frankly and so sweetly that the small amount of heart her face had left me passed into her keeping at once. "Are you much hurt?" I replied by asking. "My arm is, a little," she answered. "If I could only get home! Oh! I wish I were at home." I went out and fetched a cab, and assisted her into it. Then I asked her where the man should drive, and she gave me the name of the street which Miss Blake, when in England, honoured by making her abode. Miss Blake's number was 110. My charmer's number was 15. Having obtained this information, I closed the cabdoor, and taking my seat beside the driver, we rattled off in the direction of Brunswick Square. Arrived at the house, I helped herwhen, in answer to my knock, an elderly woman appeared, to ask my businessinto the narrow hall of a dreary house. Oh! how my heart ached when I beheld her surroundings! She did not bid me goodbye; but asking me into the parlour, went, as I understood, to get money to pay the cabman. Seizing my opportunity, I told the woman, who still stood near the door, that I was in a hurry, and leaving the house, bade the driver take me to the top of Chancery Lane. On the next Sunday I watched No. 15, till I beheld my ladyfair come forth, veiled, furred, dressed all in her dainty best, prayerbook in hand, going alone to St. Pancras Churchnot the old, but the newwhither I followed her. By some freak of fortune, the verger put me into the same pew as that in which he had just placed her. When she saw me her face flushed crimson, and then she gave a little smile of recognition. I fear I did not much heed the service on that particular Sunday; but I still felt shy, so shy that, after I had held the door open for her to pass out, I allowed others to come between us, and did not dare to follow and ask how she was. During the course of the next week came Miss Blake and Mr. Craven's remark about the fifty pounds; and within fourandtwenty hours something still more astounding occurreda visit from Miss Blake and her niece, who wanted "a good talkingto"so Miss Blake stated. It was a dull, foggy day, and when my eyes rested on the younger lady, I drew back closer into my accustomed corner, frightened and amazed. "You were in such a passion yesterday," began Miss Blake, coming into the office, dragging her blushing niece after her, "that you put it out of my head to tell you three thingsone, that we have moved from our old lodgings; the next, that I have not a penny to go on with; and the third, that Helena here has gone out of her mind. She won't have River Hall let again, if you please. She intends to go out as a governesswhat do you think of that?and nothing I can say makes any impression upon her. I should have thought she had had enough of governessing the first day she went out to give a lesson she got herself run over and nearly killed; was brought back in a cab by some gentleman, who had the decency to take the cab away again for how we should have paid the fare, I don't know, I am sure. So I have just brought her to you to know if her mother's old friend thinks it is a right thing for Kathleen Elmsdale's daughter to put herself under the feet of a parcel of ignorant, purseproud snobs?" Mr. Craven looked at the girl kindly. "My dear," he said, "I think, I believe, there will be no necessity for you to do anything of that kind. We have found a personhave we not, Patterson?willing to devote himself to solving the River Hall mystery. So, for the present at all events, Helena" He paused, for Helena had risen from her seat and crossed the room to where I sat. "Aunt, aunt," she said, "this is the gentleman who stopped the horses," and before I could speak a word she held my hand in hers, and was thanking me once again with her beautiful eyes. Miss Blake turned and glared upon me. "Oh! it was you, was it?" she said, ungraciously. "Well, it is just what I might have expected, and me hoping all the time it was a lord or a baronet, at the least." We all laughedeven Miss Elmsdale laughed at this frank confession; but when the ladies were gone, Mr. Craven, looking at me pityingly, remarked "This is a most unfortunate business, Patterson. I hopeI do hope, you will not be so foolish as to fall in love with Miss Elmsdale." To which I made no reply. The evil, if evil it were, was done. I had fallen in love with Miss Blake's niece ere those words of wisdom dropped from my employer's lips. 8. MY FIRST NIGHT AT RIVER HALL It was with a feeling of depression for which I could in no way account that, one cold evening, towards the end of February, I left Buckingham Street and wended my way to the Uninhabited House. I had been eager to engage in the enterprise; first, for the sake of the fifty pounds reward; and secondly, and much more, for the sake of Helena Elmsdale. I had tormented Mr. Craven until he gave a reluctant consent to my desire. I had brooded over the matter until I became eager to commence my investigations, as a young soldier may be to face the enemy; and yet, when the evening came, and darkness with it; when I set my back to the more crowded thoroughfares, and found myself plodding along a lonely suburban road, with a keen wind lashing my face, and a suspicion of rain at intervals wetting my cheeks, I confess I had no feeling of enjoyment in my selfimposed task. After all, talking about a haunted house in broad daylight to one's fellowclerks, in a large London office, is a very different thing from taking up one's residence in the same house, all alone, on a bleak winter's night, with never a soul within shouting distance. I had made up my mind to go through with the matter, and no amount of mental depression, no wintry blasts, no cheerless roads, no desolate goal, should daunt me; but still I did not like the adventure, and at every step I felt I liked it less. Before leaving town I had fortified my inner man with a good dinner and some excellent wine, but by the time I reached River Hall I might have fasted for a week, so faint and spiritless did I feel. "Come, this will never do," I thought, as I turned the key in the door, and crossed the threshold of the Uninhabited House. "I must not begin with being chickenhearted, or I may as well give up the investigation at once." The fires I had caused to be kindled in the morning, though almost out by the time I reached River Hall, had diffused a grateful warmth throughout the house; and when I put a match to the paper and wood laid ready in the grate of the room I meant to occupy, and lit the gas, in the hall, on the landing, and in my sleepingapartment, I began to think things did not look so cheerless, after all. The seals which, for precaution's sake, I had placed on the various locks, remained intact. I looked to the fastenings of the halldoor, examined the screws by which the bolts were attached to the wood, and having satisfied myself that everything of that kind was secure, went up to my room, where the fire was now crackling and blazing famously, put the kettle on the hob, drew a chair up close to the hearth, exchanged my boots for slippers, lit a pipe, pulled out my lawbooks, and began to read. How long I had read, I cannot say; the kettle on the hob was boiling, at any rate, and the coals had burned themselves into a redhot mass of glowing cinders, when my attention was attractedor rather, I should say, distractedby the sound of tapping outside the windowpane. First I listened, and read on, then I laid down my book and listened more attentively. It was exactly the noise which a person would make tapping upon glass with one finger. The wind had risen almost to a tempest, but, in the interval between each blast, I could hear the tapping as distinctly as if it had been inside my own skulltap, tap, imperatively; tap, tap, tap, impatiently; and when I rose to approach the casement, it seemed as if three more fingers had joined in the summons, and were rapping for bare life. "They have begun betimes," I thought; and taking my revolver in one hand, with the other I opened the shutters, and put aside the blind. As I did so, it seemed as if some dark body occupied one side of the sash, while the tapping continued as madly as before. It is as well to confess at once that I was for the moment frightened. Subsequently I saw many wonderful sights, and had some terrible experiences in the Uninhabited House; but I can honestly say, no sight or experience so completely cowed me for the time being, as that dull blackness to which I could assign no shape, that spiritlike rapping of fleshless fingers, which seemed to increase in vehemence as I obeyed its summons. Doctors say it is not possible for the heart to stand still and a human being live, and, as I am not a doctor, I do not like to contradict their dogma, otherwise I could positively declare my heart did cease beating as I listened, looking out into the night with the shadow of that darkness projecting itself upon my mind, to the impatient tapping, which was now distinctly audible even above the raging of the storm. How I gathered sufficient courage to do it, I cannot tell; but I put my face close to the glass, thus shutting out the gas and firelight, and saw that the dark object which alarmed me was a mass of ivy the wind had detached from the wall, and that the invisible fingers were young branches straying from the main body of the plant, which, tossed by the airking, kept striking the window incessantly, now one, now two, now three, tap, tap, tap; tap, tap; tap, tap; and sometimes, after a long silence, all together, tappp, like the sound of clamming bells. I stood for a minute or two, listening to the noise, so as to satisfy myself as to its cause, then I laid down the revolver, took out my pocketknife, and opened the window. As I did so, a tremendous blast swept into the room, extinguishing the gas, causing the glowing coals to turn, for a moment, black on one side and to fiercest blaze on the other, scattering the dust lying on the hearth over the carpet, and dashing the ivysprays against my face with a force which caused my cheeks to smart and tingle long afterwards. Taking my revenge, I cut them as far back as I could, and then, without closing the window, and keeping my breath as well as I could, I looked out across the garden over the Thames, away to the opposite bank, where a few lights glimmered at long intervals. "An eerie, lonely place for a fellow to be in all by himself," I continued; "and yet, if the rest of the ghosts, bodiless or clothed with flesh, which frequent this house prove to be as readily laid as those ivytwigs, I shall earn my moneyandmythanks, easily enough." So considering, I relit the gas, replenished the fire, refilled my pipe, reseated myself by the hearth, and with feet stretched out towards the genial blaze, attempted to resume my reading. All in vain I could not fix my attention on the page; I could not connect one sentence with another. When my mind ought to have concentrated its energies upon Justice That, and ViceChancellor This, and Lord Somebody Else, I felt it wandering away, trying to fit together all the odds and ends of evidence worthy or unworthy concerning the Uninhabited House. Which really was, as we had always stated, a good house, a remarkably good house, well furnished, suitable in every respect, c. Had I been a "family of respectability," or a gentleman of position, with a large number of servants, a nice wife, and a few children sprinkled about the domestic picture, I doubt not I should have enjoyed the contemplation of that glowing fire, and rejoiced in the idea of finding myself located in so desirable a residence, within an easy distance of the West End; but, as matters stood, I felt anything rather than elated. In that large house there was no human inmate save myself, and I had an attack of nervousness upon me for which I found it impossible to account. Here was I, at length, under the very roof where my mistress had passed all her childish days, bound to solve the mystery which was making such havoc with her young life, permitted to essay a task, the accomplishment of which should cover me with glory, and perhaps restore peace and happiness to her heart; and yet I was afraid. I did not hesitate to utter that word to my own soul then, any more than I hesitate to write it now for those who list to read for I can truly say I think there are few men whose courage such an adventure would not try were they to attempt it; and I am sure, had any one of those to whom I tell this story been half as much afraid as I, he would have left River Hall there and then, and allowed the ghosts said to be resident, to haunt it undisturbed for evermore. If I could only have kept memory from running here and there in quest of evidence pro and con the house being haunted, I should have fared better but I could not do this. Let me try as I would to give my attention to those legal studies that ought to have engrossed my attention, I could not succeed in doing so my thoughts, without any volition on my part, kept continually on the move; now with Miss Blake in Buckingham Street, again with Colonel Morris on the river walk, once more with Miss Elmsdale in the library; and went constantly flitting hither and thither, recalling the experiences of a frightened lad, or the terror of an ignorant woman; yet withal I had a feeling that in some way memory was playing me false, as if, when ostentatiously bringing out all her stores for me to make or mar as I could, she had really hidden away, in one of her remotest corners, some link, great or little as the case might be, but still, whether great or little, necessary to connect the unsatisfactory narratives together. Till late in the night I sat trying to piece my puzzle together, but without success. There was a flaw in the story, a missing point in it, somewhere, I felt certain. I often imagined I was about to touch it, when, heigh! presto! it eluded my grasp. "The whole affair will resolve itself into ivyboughs," I finally, if not truthfully, decided. "I am satisfied it is allivy," and I went to bed. Now, whether it was that I had thought too much of the ghostly narratives associated with River Hall, the storminess of the night, the fact of sleeping in a strange room, or the strength of a tumbler of brandyandwater, in which brandy took an undue lead, I cannot tell; but during the morning hours I dreamed a dream which filled me with an unspeakable horror, from which I awoke struggling for breath, bathed in a cold perspiration, and with a dread upon me such as I never felt in any waking moment of my life. I dreamt I was lying asleep in the room I actually occupied, when I was aroused from a profound slumber by the noise produced by some one tapping at the windowpane. On rising to ascertain the cause of this summons, I saw Colonel Morris standing outside and beckoning me to join him. With that disregard of space, time, distance, and attire which obtains in dreams, I at once stepped out into the garden. It was a pitchdark night, and bitterly cold, and I shivered, I know, as I heard the sullen flow of the river, and listened to the moaning of the wind among the trees. We walked on for some minutes in silence, then my companion asked me if I felt afraid, or if I would go on with him. "I will go where you go," I answered. Then suddenly he disappeared, and Playfire, who had been his counsel at the time of the trial, took my hand and led me onwards. We passed through a doorway, and, still in darkness, utter darkness, began to descend some steps. We went downdownhundreds of steps as it seemed to me, and in my sleep, I still remembered the old idea of its being unlucky to dream of going downstairs. But at length we came to the bottom, and then began winding along interminable passages, now so narrow only one could walk abreast, and again so low that we had to stoop our heads in order to avoid striking the roof. After we had been walking along these for hours, as time reckons in such cases, we commenced ascending flight after flight of steep stonesteps. I laboured after Playfire till my limbs ached and grew weary, till, scarcely able to drag my feet from stair to stair, I entreated him to stop; but he only laughed and held on his course the more rapidly, while I, hurrying after, often stumbled and recovered myself, then stumbled again and lay prone. The night air blew cold and chill upon me as I crawled out into an unaccustomed place and felt my way over heaps of uneven earth and stones that obstructed my progress in every direction. I called out for Playfire, but the wind alone answered me; I shouted for Colonel Morris; I entreated some one to tell me where I was; and in answer there was a dead and terrible silence. The wind died away; not a breath of air disturbed the heavy stillness which had fallen so suddenly around me. Instead of the veil of merciful blackness which had hidden everything hitherto from view, a gray light spread slowly over the objects around, revealing a burialground, with an old church standing in the midsta burialground where grew rank nettles and coarse, tall grass; where brambles trailed over the graves, and weeds and decay consorted with the dead. Moved by some impulse which I could not resist, I still held on my course, over mounds of earth, between rows of headstones, till I reached the other side of the church, under the shadow of which yawned an open pit. To the bottom of it I peered, and there beheld an empty coffin; the lid was laid against the side of the grave, and on a headstone, displaced from its upright position, sat the late occupant of the grave, looking at me with wistful, eager eyes. A stream of light from within the church fell across that one empty grave, that one dead watcher. "So you have come at last," he said; and then the spell was broken, and I would have fled, but that, holding me with his left hand, he pointed with his right away to a shadowy distance, where the gray sky merged into deepest black. I strained my eyes to discover the object he strove to indicate, but I failed to do so. I could just discern something flitting away into the darkness, but I could give it no shape or substance. "Looklook!" the dead man said, rising, in his excitement, and clutching me more firmly with his claycold fingers. I tried to fly, but I could not; my feet were chained to the spot. I fought to rid myself of the clasp of the skeleton hand, and then we fell together over the edge of the pit, and I awoke. 9. A TEMPORARY PEACE It was scarcely light when I jumped out of bed, and murmuring, "Thank God it was only a dream," dressed myself with all speed, and flinging open the window, looked out on a calm morning after the previous night's storm. Muddily and angrily the Thames rolled onward to the sea. On the opposite side of the river I could see stretches of green, with here and there a house dotting the banks. A fleet of barges lay waiting the turn of the tide to proceed to their destination. The voices of the men shouting to each other, and blaspheming for no particular reason, came quite clear and distinct over the water. The garden was strewed with twigs and branches blown off the trees during the night; amongst them the sprigs of ivy I had myself cut off. An hour and a scene not calculated to encourage superstitious fancies, it may be, but still not likely to enliven any man's spiritsa quiet, dull, gray, listless, dispiriting morning, and, being countrybred, I felt its influence. "I will walk into town, and ask Ned Munro to give me some breakfast," I thought, and found comfort in the idea. Ned Munro was a doctor, but not a struggling doctor. He was not rich, but he "made enough for a beginner" so he said. He worked hard for little pay; "but I mean some day to have high pay, and take the world easy," he explained. He was blessed with great hopes and good courage; he had high spirits, and a splendid constitution. He neither starved himself nor his friends; his landlady "loved him as her son"; and there were several goodlooking girls who were very fond of him, not as a brother. But Ned had no notion of marrying, yet awhile. "Time enough for that," he told me once, "when I can furnish a good house, and set up a brougham, and choose my patients, and have a few hundreds lying idle in the bank." Meantime, as no one of these items had yet been realized, he lived in lodgings, ate toasted haddocks with his morning coffee, and smoked and read novels far into the night. Yes, I could go and breakfast with Munro. Just then it occurred to me that the gas I had left lighted when I went to bed was out; that the door I had left locked was open. Straight downstairs I went. The gas in the hall was out, and every door I had myself closed and locked the previous morning stood ajar, with the seal, however, remaining intact. I had borne as much as I could my nerves were utterly unhinged. Snatching my hat and coat, I left the house, and fled, rather than walked, towards London. With every step I took towards town came renewed courage; and when I reached Ned's lodgings, I felt ashamed of my pusillanimity. "I have been sleepwalking, that is what it is," I decided. "I have opened the doors and turned off the gas myself, and been frightened at the work of my own hands. I will ask Munro what is the best thing to insure a quiet night." Which I did accordingly, receiving for answer "Keep a quiet mind.


" "Yes, but if one cannot keep a quiet mind; if one is anxious and excited, and" "In love," he finished, as I hesitated. "Well, no; I did not mean that," I said; "though, of course, that might enter into the case also. Suppose one is uneasy about a certain amount of money, for instance?" "Are you?" he asked, ignoring the general suggestiveness of my remark. "Well, yes; I want to make some if I can." "Don't want, then," he advised. "Take my word for it, no amount of money is worth the loss of a night's rest; and you have been tossing about all night, I can see. Come, Patterson, if it's forgery or embezzlement, out with it, man, and I will help you if I am able." "If it were either one or the other, I should go to Mr. Craven," I answered, laughing. "Then it must be love," remarked my host; "and you will want to take me into your confidence some day. The old story, I suppose beautiful girl, stern parents, wealthy suitor, poor lover. I wonder if we could interest her in a case of smallpox. If she took it badly, you might have a chance; but I have a presentiment that she has been vaccinated." "Ned," was my protest, "I shall certainly fling a plate at your head." "All right, if you think the exertion would do you good," he answered. "Give me your hand, Patterson"; and before I knew what he wanted with it, he had his fingers on my wrist. "Look here, old fellow," he said; "you will be laid up, if you don't take care of yourself. I thought so when you came in, and I am sure of it now. What have you been doing?" "Nothing wrong, Munro," I answered, smiling in spite of myself. "I have not been picking, or stealing, or abducting any young woman, or courting my neighbour's wife; but I am worried and perplexed. When I sleep I have dreadful dreamshorrible dreams," I added, shuddering. "Can you tell me what is worrying and perplexing you?" he asked, kindly, after a moment's thought. "Not yet, Ned," I answered; "though I expect I shall have to tell you soon. Give me something to make me sleep quietly that is all I want now." "Can't you go out of town?" he inquired. "I do not want to go out of town," I answered. "I will make you up something to strengthen your nerves," he said, after a pause; "but if you are not betterwell, before the end of the week, take my advice, and run down to Brighton over Sunday. Now, you ought to give me a guinea for that," he added, laughing. "I assure you, all the goldheaded cane, all the wonderful chronometer doctors who pocket thousands per annum at the West End, could make no more of your case than I have done." "I am sure they could not," I said, gratefully; "and when I have the guinea to spare, be sure I shall not forget your fee." Whether it was owing to his medicine, or his advice, or his cheery, healthgiving manner, I have no idea; but that night, when I walked towards the Uninhabited House, I felt a different being. On my way I called at a small cornchandler's, and bought a quartern of flour done up in a thin and utterly insufficient bag. I told the man the wrapper would not bear its contents, and he said he could not help that. I asked him if he had no stronger bags. He answered that he had, but he could not afford to give them away. I laid down twopence extra, and inquired if that would cover the expense of a sheet of brown paper. Ashamed, he turned aside and produced a substantial bag, into which he put the flour in its envelope of curlingtissue. I thanked him, and pushed the twopence across the counter. With a grunt, he thrust the money back. I said goodnight, leaving current coin of the realm to the amount indicated behind me. Through the night be shouted, "Hi! sir, you've forgotten your change." Through the night I shouted back, "Give your next customer its value in civility." All of which did me good. Squabbling with flesh and blood is not a bad preliminary to entering a ghosthaunted house. Once again I was at River Hall. Looking up at its cheerless portal, I was amazed at first to see the outside lamp flaring away in the darkness. Then I remembered that all the other gas being out, of course this, which I had not turned off, would blaze more brightly. Purposely I had left my return till rather late. I had gone to one of the theatres, and remained until a third through the principal piece. Then I called at a supperroom, had half a dozen oysters and some stout; after which, like a giant refreshed, I wended my way westward. Utterly false would it be for me to say I liked the idea of entering the Uninhabited House; but still, I meant to do it, and I did. No lawbooks for me that night; no seductive fire; no shining lights all over the house. Like a householder of twenty years' standing, I struck a match, and turned the gas on to a single halllamp. I did not trouble myself even about shutting the doors opening into the hall; I only strewed flour copiously over the marble pavement, and on the first flight of stairs, and then, by the servant's passages, crept into the upper story, and so to bed. That night I slept dreamlessly. I awoke in broad daylight, wondering why I had not been called sooner, and then remembered there was no one to call, and that if I required hot water, I must boil it for myself. With that light heart which comes after a good night's rest, I put on some part of my clothing, and was commencing to descend the principal staircase, when my proceedings of the previous night flashed across my mind; and pausing, I looked down into the hall. No sign of a foot on the flour. The white powder lay there innocent of human pressure as the untrodden snow; and yet, and yet, was I dreamingcould I have been drunk without my own knowledge, before I went to bed? The gas was ablaze in the hall and on the staircase, and every door left open overnight was close shut. Curiously enough, at that moment fear fell from me like a garment which has served its turn, and in the strength of my manhood, I felt able to face anything the Uninhabited House might have to show. Over the latter part of that week, as being utterly unimportant in its events or consequences, I pass rapidly, only saying that, when Saturday came, I followed Munro's advice, and ran down to Brighton, under the idea that by so doing I should thoroughly strengthen myself for the next five days' ordeal. But the idea was a mistaken one. The Uninhabited House took its ticket for Brighton by the same express; it got into the compartment with me; it sat beside me at dinner; it hobnobbed to me over my own wine; uninvited it came out to walk with me; and when I stood still, listening to the band, it stood still too. It went with me to the pier, and when the wind blew, as the wind did, it said, "We were quite as well off on the Thames." When I woke, through the night, it seemed to shout, "Are you any better off here?" And when I went to church the next day it crept close up to me in the pew, and said, "Come, now, it is all very well to say you are a Christian; but if you were really one you would not be afraid of the place you and I wot of." Finally, I was so goaded and maddened that I shook my fist at the sea, and started off by the evening train for the Uninhabited House. This time I travelled alone. The Uninhabited House preceded me. There, in its old position, looking gloomy and mysterious in the shadows of night, I found it on my return to town; and, as if tired of playing tricks with one who had become indifferent to their vagaries, all the doors remained precisely as I had left them; and if there were ghosts in the house that night, they did not interfere with me or the chamber I occupied. Next morning, while I was dressing, a most remarkable thing occurred; a thing for which I was in no wise prepared. Spirits, and sights and sounds supposed appropriate to spirithood, I had expected; but for a modest knock at the front door I was not prepared. When, after hurriedly completing my toilet, I undrew the bolts and undid the chain, and opened the door wide, there came rushing into the house a keen easterly wind, behind which I beheld a sadfaced woman, dressed in black, who dropped me a curtsey, and said "If you please, sirI suppose you are the gentleman?" Now, I could make nothing out of this, so I asked her to be good enough to explain. Then it all came out "Did I want a person to char?" This was remarkablevery. Her question amazed me to such an extent that I had to ask her in, and request her to seat herself on one of the hall chairs, and go upstairs myself, and think the matter over before I answered her. It had been so impressed upon me that no one in the neighbourhood would come near River Hall, that I should as soon have thought of Victoria by the grace of God paying me a friendly visit, as of being waited on by a charwoman. I went downstairs again. At sight of me my new acquaintance rose from her seat, and began curling up the corner of her apron. "Do you know," I said, "that this house bears the reputation of being haunted?" "I have heard people say it is, sir," she answered. "And do you know that servants will not stay in itthat tenants will not occupy it?" "I have heard so, sir," she answered once again. "Then what do you mean by offering to come?" I inquired. She looked up into my face, and I saw the tears come softly stealing into her eyes, and her mouth began to pucker, ere, drooping her head, she replied "Sir, just three months ago, come the twentieth, I was a happy woman. I had a good husband and a tidy home. There was not a lady in the land I would have changed places with. But that night, my man, coming home in a fog, fell into the river and was drowned. It was a week before they found him, and all the timewhile I had been hoping to hear his step every minute in the dayI was a widow." "Poor soul!" I said, involuntarily. "Well, sir, when a man goes, all goes. I have done my best, but still I have not been able to feed my childrenhis childrenproperly, and the sight of their poor pinched faces breaks my heart, it do, sir," and she burst out sobbing. "And so, I suppose," I remarked, "you thought you would face this house rather than poverty?" "Yes, sir. I heard the neighbours talking about this place, and you, sir, and I made up my mind to come and ask if I mightn't tidy up things a bit for you, sir. I was a servant, sir, before I married, and I'd be so thankful." Well, to cut the affair shorter for the reader than I was able to do for myself, I gave her half a crown, and told her I would think over her proposal, and let her hear from mewhich I did. I told her she might come for a couple of hours each morning, and a couple each evening, and she could bring one of the children with her if she thought she was likely to find the place lonely. I would not let her come in the daytime, because, in the quest I had set myself, it was needful I should feel assured no person could have an opportunity of elaborating any scheme for frightening me, on the premises. "Real ghosts," said I to Mr. Craven, "I do not mind; but the physical agencies which may produce ghosts, I would rather avoid." Acting on which principle I always remained in the house while Mrs. Stottmy charwoman was so namedcleaned, and cooked, and boiled, and put things straight. No one can imagine what a revolution this woman effected in my ways and habits, and in the ways and habits of the Uninhabited House. Tradesmen called for orders. The butcher's boy came whistling down the lane to deliver the rumpsteak or muttonchop I had decided on for dinner; the greengrocer delivered his vegetables; the cheesemonger took solemn affidavit concerning the freshness of his stale eggs and the superior quality of a curious article which he called country butter, and declared came from a particular dairy famed for the excellence of its produce; the milkman's yahoo sounded cheerfully in the morning hours; and the letterbox was filled with cards from all sorts and descriptions of peoplefrom laundresses to wine merchants, from gardeners to undertakers. The doors now never shut nor opened of their own accord. A great peace seemed to have settled over River Hall. It was all too peaceful, in fact. I had gone to the place to hunt a ghost, and not even the ghost of a ghost seemed inclined to reveal itself to me. 10. THE WATCHER IS WATCHED I have never been able exactly to satisfy my own mind as to the precise period during my occupation of the Uninhabited House when it occurred to me that I was being watched. Hazily I must have had some consciousness of the fact long before I began seriously to entertain the idea. I felt, even when I was walking through London, that I was being often kept in sight by some person. I had that vague notion of a stranger being interested in my movements which it is so impossible to define to a friend, and which one is chary of seriously discussing with oneself. Frequently, when the corner of a street was reached, I found myself involuntarily turning to look back; and, prompted by instinct, I suppose, for there was no reason about the matter, I varied my route to and from the Uninhabited House, as much as the nature of the roads permitted. Further, I ceased to be punctual as to my hours of business, sometimes arriving at the office late, and, if Mr. Craven had anything for me to do Cityward, returning direct from thence to River Hall without touching Buckingham Street. By this time February had drawn to a close, and better weather might therefore have been expected; instead of which, one evening as I paced westward, snow began to fall, and continued coming down till somewhere about midnight. Next morning Mrs. Stott drew my attention to certain footmarks on the walks, and beneath the library and drawingroom windowsthe footmarks, evidently, of a man whose feet were not a pair. With the keenest interest, I examined these traces of a human pursuer. Clearly the footprints had been made by only one person, and that person deformed in some way. Not merely was the right foottrack different from that of the left, but the way in which its owner put it to the ground must have been different also. The one mark was clear and distinct, cut out in the snow with a firm tread, while the other left a little broken bank at its right edge, and scarcely any impression of the heel. "Slightly lame," I decided. "Eases his right foot, and has his boots made to order." "It is very odd," I remarked aloud to Mrs. Stott. "That it is, sir," she answered; adding, "I hope to gracious none of them mobsmen are going to come burglaring here!" "Pooh!" I replied; "there is nothing for them to steal, except chairs and tables, and I don't think one man could carry many of them away." The whole of that day I found my thoughts reverting to those footmarks in the snow. What purpose anyone proposed to serve by prowling about River Hall I could not imagine. Before taking up my residence in the Uninhabited House, I had a theory that some malicious person or persons was trying to keep the place unoccupiednay, further, imagination suggested the idea that, owing to its proximity to the river, Mr. Elmsdale's Hall might have taken the fancy of a gang of smugglers, who had provided for themselves means of ingress and egress unknown to the outside world. But all notions of this kind now seemed preposterous. Slowly, but surely, the conviction had been gaining upon me that, let the mystery of River Hall be what it would, no ordinary explanation could account for the phenomena which it had presented to tenant after tenant; and my own experiences in the house, slight though they were, tended to satisfy me there was something beyond malice or interest at work about the place. The very peace vouchsafed to me seemed another element of mystery, since it would certainly have been natural for any evildisposed person to inaugurate a series of ghostly spectacles for the benefit of an investigator like myself; and yet, somehow, the absence of supernatural appearances, and the presence of that shadowy human being who thought it worth while to track my movements, and who had at last left tangible proof of his reality behind him in the snow, linked themselves together in my mind. "If there is really anyone watching me," I finally decided, "there must be a deeper mystery attached to River Hall than has yet been suspected. Now, the first thing is to make sure that some one is watching me, and the next to guard against danger from him." In the course of the day, I made a, for me, curious purchase. In a little shop, situated in a back street, I bought half a dozen reels of black sewingcotton. This cotton, on my return home, I attached to the trelliswork outside the drawingroom window, and wound across the walk and round such trees and shrubs as grew in positions convenient for my purpose. "If these threads are broken tomorrow morning, I shall know I have a fleshandblood foe to encounter," I thought. Next morning I found all the threads fastened across the walks leading round by the library and drawingroom snapped in two. It was, then, flesh and blood I had come out to fight, and I decided that night to keep watch. As usual, I went up to my bedroom, and, after keeping the gas burning for about the time I ordinarily spent in undressing, put out the light, softly turned the handle of the door, stole, still silently, along the passage, and so into a large apartment with windows which overlooked both the library and drawingroom. It was here, I knew, that Miss Elmsdale must have heard her father walking past the door, and I am obliged to confess that, as I stepped across the room, a nervous chill seemed for the moment to take my courage captive. If any reader will consider the matter, mine was not an enviable position. Alone in a desolate house, reputed to be haunted, watching for some one who had sufficient interest in the place to watch it and me closely. It was still earlynot later than halfpast ten. I had concluded to keep my vigil until after midnight, and tried to while away the time with thoughts foreign to the matter in hand. All in vain, however. Let me force what subject I pleased upon my mind, it reverted persistently to Mr. Elmsdale and the circumstances of his death. "Why did he commit suicide?" I speculated. "If he had lost money, was that any reason why he should shoot himself?" People had done so, I was aware; and people, probably, would continue to do so; but not hardheaded, hardhearted men, such as Robert Elmsdale was reputed to have been. He was not so old that the achievement of a second success should have seemed impossible. His credit was good, his actual position unsuspected. River Hall, unhaunted, was not a bad property, and in those days he could have sold it advantageously. I could not understand the motive of his suicide, unless, indeed, he was mad or drunk at the time. And then I began to wonder whether anything about his life had come out on the inquestanything concerning habits, associates, and connections. Had there been any other undercurrent, besides betting, in his life brought out in evidence, which might help me to a solution of the mystery? "I will ask Mr. Craven tomorrow," I thought, "whether he has a copy of the Times, containing a report of the inquest. Perhaps" What possibility I was about to suggest to my own mind I shall never now know, for at that moment there flamed out upon the garden a broad, strong flame of lighta flame which came so swiftly and suddenly, that a man, creeping along the River Walk, had not time to step out of its influence before I had caught full sight of him. There was not much to see, however. A man about the middle height, muffled in a cloak, wearing a cap, the peak of which was drawn down over his forehead that was all I could discern, ere, cowering back from the light, he stole away into the darkness. Had I yielded to my first impulse, I should have rushed after him in pursuit; but an instant's reflection told me how worse than futile such a wildgoose chase must prove. Cunning must be met with cunning, watching with watching. If I could discover who he was, I should have taken the first step towards solving the mystery of River Hall; but I should never do so by putting him on his guard. The immediate business lying at that moment to my hand was to discover whence came the flare of light which, streaming across the walk, had revealed the intruder's presence to me. For that business I can truthfully say I felt little inclination. Nevertheless, it had to be undertaken. So, walking downstairs, I unlocked and opened the librarydoor, and found, as I anticipated, the room in utter darkness. I examined the fastenings of the shuttersthey were secure as I had left them; I looked into the strongroomnot even a rat lay concealed there; I turned the cocks of the gas lightsbut no gas whistled through the pipes, for the service to the library was separate from that of the rest of the house, and capable of being shut off at pleasure. I, mindful of the lights said to have been seen emanating from that room, had taken away the key from the internal tap, so that gas could not be used without my knowledge or the possession of a second key. Therefore, as I have said, it was no surprise to me to find the library in darkness. Nor could I say the fact of the light flaring, apparently, from a closelyshutup room surprised me either. For a long time I had been expecting to see this phenomenon now, when I did see it, I involuntarily connected the light, the apartment, and the stranger together. For he was no ghost. Ghosts do not leave footmarks behind them in the snow. Ghosts do not break threads of cotton. It was a man I had seen in the garden, and it was my business to trace out the connection between him and the appearances at River Hall. Thinking thus, I left the library, extinguished the candle by the aid of which I had made the investigations stated above, and after lowering the gaslight I always kept burning in the hall, began ascending the broad, handsome staircase, when I was met by the figure of a man descending the steps. I say advisedly, the figure; because, to all external appearance, he was as much a living man as myself. And yet I knew the thing which came towards me was not flesh and blood. Knew it when I stood still, too much stupefied to feel afraid. Knew it, as the figure descended swiftly, noiselessly. Knew it, as, for one instant, we were side by side. Knew it, when I put out my hand to stop its progress, and my hand, encountering nothing, passed through the phantom as through air. Knew, it, when I saw the figure pass through the door I had just locked, and which opened to admit the ghostly visitoropened wide, and then closed again, without the help of mortal hand. After that I knew nothing more till I came to my senses again and found myself half lying, half sitting on the staircase, with my head resting against the banisters. I had fainted; but if any man thinks I saw in a vision what I have described, let him wait till he reaches the end of this story before expressing too positive an opinion about the matter. How I passed the remainder of that night, I could scarcely tell. Towards morning, however, I fell asleep, and it was quite late when I awoke so late, in fact, that Mrs. Stott had rung for admittance before I was out of bed. That morning two curious things occurred one, the postman brought a letter for the late owner of River Hall, and dropped it in the box; another, Mrs. Stott asked me if I would allow her and two of the children to take up their residence at the Uninhabited House. She could not manage to pay her rent, she explained, and some kind friends had offered to maintain the elder children if she could keep the two youngest. "And I thought, sir, seeing how many spare rooms there are here, and the furniture wanting cleaning, and the windows opening when the sun is out, that perhaps you would not object to my staying here altogether. I should not want any more wages, sir, and I would do my best to give satisfaction." For about five minutes I considered this proposition, made to me whilst sitting at breakfast, and decided in favour of granting her request. I felt satisfied she was not in league with the person or persons engaged in watching my movements; it would be well to have some one in care of the premises during my absence, and it would clearly be to her interest to keep her place at River Hall, if possible. Accordingly, when she brought in my boots, I told her she could remove at once if she liked. "Only remember one thing, Mrs. Stott," I said. "If you find any ghosts in the dark corners, you must not come to me with any complaints." "I sleep sound, sir," she answered, "and I don't think any ghosts will trouble me in the daytime. So thank you, sir; I will bring over a few things and stay here, if you please." "Very good; here is the key of the back door," I answered; and in five minutes more I was trudging Londonward. As I walked along I decided not to say anything to Mr. Craven concerning the previous night's adventures; first, because I felt reluctant to mention the apparition, and secondly, because instinct told me I should do better to keep my own counsel, and confide in no one, till I had obtained some clue to the mystery of that midnight watcher. "Now here's a very curious thing!" said Mr. Craven, after he had opened and read the letter left at River Hall that morning. "This is from a man who has evidently not heard of Mr. Elmsdale's death, and who writes to say how much he regrets having been obliged to leave England without paying his I O U held by my client. To show that, though he may have seemed dishonest, he never meant to cheat Mr. Elmsdale, he encloses a draft on London for the principal and interest of the amount due." "Very creditable to him," I remarked. "What is the amount, sir?" "Oh! the total is under a hundred pounds," answered Mr. Craven; "but what I meant by saying the affair seemed curious is this amongst Mr. Elmsdale's papers there was not an I O U of any description." "Well, that is singular," I observed; then asked, "Do you think Mr. Elmsdale had any other office besides the library at River Hall?" "No," was the reply, "none whatever. When he gave up his offices in town, he moved every one of his papers to River Hall. He was a reserved, but not a secret man; not a man, for instance, at all likely to lead a double life of any sort." "And yet he betted," I suggested. "Certainly that does puzzle me," said Mr. Craven. "And it is all against my statement, for I am certain no human being, unless it might be Mr. Harringford, who knew him in business, was aware of the fact." "And what is your theory about the absence of allimportant documents?" I inquired. "I think he must have raised money on them," answered Mr. Craven. "Are you aware whether anyone else ever produced them?" I asked. "I am not; I never heard of their being produced but, then, I should not have been likely to hear." Which was very true, but very unsatisfactory. Could we succeed in tracing even one of those papers, a clue might be found to the mystery of Mr. Elmsdale's suicide. That afternoon I repaired to the house of one of our clients, who had, I knew, a file of the Times newspapers, and asked him to allow me to look at it. I could, of course, have seen a file at many places in the city, but I preferred pursuing my investigations where no one was likely to watch the proceeding. "Times! bless my soul, yes; only too happy to be able to oblige Mr. Craven. Walk into the study, there is a good fire, make yourself quite at home, I beg, and let me send you a glass of wine." All of which I did, greatly to the satisfaction of the dear old gentleman. Turning over the file for the especial year in which Mr. Elmsdale had elected to put a pistol to his head, I found at last the account of the inquest, which I copied out in shorthand, to be able to digest it more fully at leisure; and as it was growing dusk, wended my way back to Buckingham Street. As I was walking slowly down one side of the street, I noticed a man standing within the open door of a house near Buckingham Gate. At any other time I should not have given the fact a second thought, but life at River Hall seemed to have endowed me with the power of making mountains out of molehills, of regarding the commonest actions of my fellows with distrust and suspicion; and I was determined to know more of the gentleman who stood back in the shadow, peering out into the darkening twilight. With this object I ran upstairs to the clerk's office, and then passed into Mr. Craven's room. He had gone, but his lamp was still burning, and I took care to move between it and the window, so as to show myself to any person who might be watching outside; then, without removing hat or topcoat, I left the room, and proceeded to Taylor's office, which I found in utter darkness. This was what I wanted; I wished to see without being seen; and across the way, standing now on the pavement, was the man I had noticed, looking up at our offices. "All right," thought I, and running downstairs, I went out again, and walked steadily up Buckingham Street, along John Street, up Adam Street, as though en route to the Strand. Before, however, I reached that thoroughfare, I paused, hesitated, and then immediately and suddenly wheeled round and retraced my steps, meeting, as I did so, a man walking a few yards behind me and at about the same pace. I did not slacken my speed for a moment as we came face to face; I did not turn to look back after him; I retraced my steps to the office; affected to look out some paper, and once again pursued my former route, this time without meeting or being followed by anyone, and made my way into the City, where I really had business to transact. I could have wished for a longer and a better look at the man who honoured me so far as to feel interested in my movements; but I did not wish to arouse his suspicions. I had scored one trick; I had met him full, and seen his face distinctlyso distinctly that I was able to feel certain I had seen it before, but where, at the moment, I could not remember. "Never mind," I continued "that memory will come in due time; meanwhile the ground of inquiry narrows, and the plot begins to thicken." 11. MISS BLAKE ONCE MORE Upon my return to River Hall I found in the letterbox an envelope addressed to  Patterson, Esq. Thinking it probably contained some circular, I did not break the seal until after dinner; whereas, had I only known from whom the note came, should I not have devoured its contents before satisfying the pangs of physical hunger! Thus ran the epistle "DEAR SIR, "Until half an hour ago I was ignorant that you were the person who had undertaken to reside at River Hall. If you would add another obligation to that already conferred upon me, leave that terrible house at once. What I have seen in it, you know; what may happen to you, if you persist in remaining there, I tremble to think. For the sake of your widowed mother and only sister, you ought not to expose yourself to a risk which is worse than useless. I never wish to hear of River Hall being let again. Immediately I come of age, I shall sell the place; and if anything could give me happiness in this world, it would be to hear the house was razed to the ground. Pray! pray! listen to a warning, which, believe me, is not idly given, and leave a place which has already been the cause of so much misery to yours, gratefully and sincerely, "HELENA ELMSDALE." It is no part of this story to tell the rapture with which I gazed upon the writing of my "ladylove." Once I had heard Miss Blake remark, when Mr. Craven was remonstrating with her on her hieroglyphics, that "Halana wrote an 'unmaning hand,' like all the rest of the English," and, to tell the truth, there was nothing particularly original or characteristic about Miss Elmsdale's calligraphy.