But what did that signify to me? If she had strung pearls together, I should not have valued them onehalf so much as I did the dear words which revealed her interest in me. Over and over I read the note, at first rapturously, afterwards with a second feeling mingling with my joy. How did she know it was I who had taken up my residence at River Hall? Not a soul I knew in London, besides Mr. Craven, was aware of the fact, and he had promised faithfully to keep my secret. Where, then, had Miss Elmsdale obtained her information? from whom had she learned that I was bent on solving the mystery of the "Uninhabited House"? I puzzled myself over these questions till my brain grew uneasy with vain conjectures. Let me imagine what I wouldlet me force my thoughts into what grooves I mightthe moment the mental pressure was removed, my suspicions fluttered back to the man whose face seemed not unfamiliar. "I am confident he wants to keep that house vacant," I decided. "Once let me discover who he is, and the mystery of the 'Uninhabited House' shall not long remain a mystery." But then the trouble chanced to be how to find out who he was. I could not watch and be watched at the same time, and I did not wish to take anyone into my confidence, least of all a professional detective. So far fortune had stood my friend; I had learnt something suspected by no one else, and I made up my mind to trust to the chapter of accidents for further information on the subject of my unknown friend. When Mr. Craven and I were seated at our respective tables, I said to him "Could you make any excuse to send me to Miss Blake's today, sir?" Mr. Craven looked up in utter amazement. "To Miss Blake's!" he repeated. "Why do you want to go there?" "I want to see Miss Elmsdale," I answered, quietly enough, though I felt the colour rising in my face as I spoke. "You had better put all that nonsense on one side, Patterson," he remarked. "What you have to do is to make your way in the world, and you will not do that so long as your head is running upon pretty girls. Helena Elmsdale is a good girl; but she would no more be a suitable wife for you, than you would be a suitable husband for her. Stick to law, my lad, for the present, and leave love for those who have nothing more important to think of." "I did not want to see Miss Elmsdale for the purpose you imply," I said, smiling at the vehemence of Mr. Craven's advice. "I only wish to ask her one question." "What is the question?" "From whom she learned that I was in residence at River Hall," I answered, after a moment's hesitation. "What makes you think she is aware of that fact?" he inquired. "I received a note from her last night, entreating me to leave the place, and intimating that some vague peril menaced me if I persisted in remaining there." "Poor child! poor Helena!" said Mr. Craven, thoughtfully; then spreading a sheet of notepaper on his blottingpad, and drawing his chequebook towards him, he proceeded "Now remember, Patterson, I trust to your honour implicitly. You must not make love to that girl; I think a man can scarcely act more dishonourably towards a woman, than to induce her to enter into what must be, under the best circumstances, a very long engagement." "You may trust me, sir," I answered, earnestly. "Not," I added, "that I think it would be a very easy matter to make love to anyone with Miss Blake sitting by." Mr. Craven laughed; he could not help doing so at the idea I had suggested. Then he said, "I had a letter from Miss Blake this morning asking me for money." "And you are going to let her have some of that hundred pounds you intended yesterday to place against her indebtedness to you," I suggested. "That is so," he replied. "Of course, when Miss Helena comes of age, we must turn over a new leafwe really must." To this I made no reply. It would be a most extraordinary leaf, I considered, in which Miss Blake did not appear as debtor to my employer but it scarcely fell within my province to influence Mr. Craven's actions. "You had better ask Miss Blake to acknowledge receipt of this," said my principal, holding up a cheque for ten pounds as he spoke. "I am afraid I have not kept the account as I ought to have done." Which was undeniably true, seeing we had never taken a receipt from her at all, and that loans had been debited to his private account instead of to that of Miss Blake. But true as it was, I only answered that I would get her acknowledgment; and taking my hat, I walked off to Hunter Street. Arrived there, I found, to my unspeakable joy, that Miss Blake was out, and Miss Elmsdale at home. When I entered the shabby sittingroom where her beauty was so grievously lodged, she rose and greeted me with kindly words, and sweet smiles, and vivid blushes. "You have come to tell me you are not going ever again to that dreadful house," she said, after the first greeting and inquiries for Miss Blake were over. "You cannot tell the horror with which the mere mention of River Hall now fills me." "I hope it will never be mentioned to you again till I have solved the mystery attached to it," I answered. "Then you will not do what I ask," she cried, almost despairingly. "I cannot," was my reply. "Miss Elmsdale, you would not have a soldier turn back from the battle. I have undertaken to find out the secret attached to your old home, and, please God, I shall succeed in my endeavours." "But you are exposing yourself to danger, to" "I must take my chance of that. I cannot, if I would, turn back now, and I would not if I could. But I have come to you for information. How did you know it was I who had gone to River Hall?" The colour flamed up in her face as I put the question. "II was told so," she stammered out. "May I ask by whom?" "No, Mr. Patterson, you may not," she replied. "Aa frienda kind friend, informed me of the fact, and spoke of the perils to which you were exposing yourselfliving there all aloneall alone," she repeated. "I would not pass a night in the house again if the whole parish were there to keep me company, and what must it be to stay in that terrible, terrible place alone! You are here, perhaps, because you do not believebecause you have not seen." "I do believe," I interrupted, "because I have seen; and yet I mean to go through with the matter to the end. Have you a likeness of your father in your possession, Miss Elmsdale?" I asked. "I have a miniature copied from his portrait, which was of course too large to carry from place to place," she answered. "Why do you wish to know?" "If you let me see it, I will reply to your question," I said. Round her dear throat she wore a thin gold chain. Unfastening this, she handed to me the necklet, to which was attached a locket enamelled in black. It is no exaggeration to say, as I took this piece of personal property, my hand trembled so much that I could not open the case. True love is always bashful, and I loved the girl, whose slender neck the chain had caressed, so madly and senselessly, if you will, that I felt as if the trinket were a living thing, a part and parcel of herself. "Let me unfasten it," she said, unconscious that aught save awkwardness affected my manipulation of the spring. And she took the locket and handed it back to me open, wet with tearsher tears. Judge how hard it was for me then to keep my promise to Mr. Craven and myselfhow hard it was to refrain from telling her all my reasons for having ever undertaken to fight the dragon installed at River Hall. I thank God I did refrain. Had I spoken then, had I presumed upon her sorrow and her simplicity, I should have lost something which constitutes the sweetest memory of my life. But that is in the future of this story, and meantime I was looking at the face of her father. I looked at it long and earnestly; then I closed the locket, softly pressing down the spring as I did so, and gave back miniature and chain into her hand. "Well, Mr. Patterson?" she said, inquiringly. "Can you bear what I have to tell?" I asked. "I can, whatever it may be," she answered. "I have seen that face at River Hall." She threw up her arms with a gesture of despair. "And," I went on, "I may be wrong, but I think I am destined to solve the mystery of its appearance." She covered her eyes, and there was silence between us for a minute, when I said "Can you give me the name of the person who told you I was at River Hall?" "I cannot," she repeated. "I promised not to mention it." "He said I was in danger." "Yes, living there all alone." "And he wished you to warn me." "No; he asked my aunt to do so, and she refused; and so II thought I would write to you without mentioning the matter to her." "You have done me an incalculable service," I remarked, "and in return I will tell you something." "What is that?" she asked. "From tonight I shall not be alone in the house." "Oh! how thankful I am!" she exclaimed; then instantly added, "Here is my aunt." I rose as Miss Blake entered, and bowed. "Oh! it is you, is it?" said the lady. "The girl told me some one was waiting." Hot and swift ran the colour to my adored one's cheeks. "Aunt," she observed, "I think you forget this gentleman comes from Mr. Craven." "Oh, no! my dear, I don't forget Mr. Craven, or his clerks either," responded Miss Blake, as, still cloaked and bonneted, she tore open Mr. Craven's envelope. "I am to take back an answer, I think," said I. "You are, I see," she answered. "He's getting mighty particular, is William Craven. I suppose he thinks I am going to cheat him out of his paltry ten pounds. Ten pounds, indeed! and what is that, I should like to know, to us in our present straits! Why, I had more than twice ten yesterday from a man on whom we have no claimnone whateverwho, without asking, offered it in our need." "Aunt," said Miss Elmsdale, warningly. "If you will kindly give me your acknowledgment, Miss Blake, I should like to be getting back to Buckingham Street," I said. "Mr. Craven will wonder at my absence." "Not a bit of it," retorted Miss Blake. "You and Mr. Craven understand each other, or I am very much mistaken; but here is the receipt, and good day to you." I should have merely bowed my farewell, but that Miss Elmsdale stood up valiantly. "Goodbye, Mr. Patterson," she said, holding out her dainty hand, and letting it lie in mine while she spoke. "I am very much obliged to you. I can never forget what you have done and dared in our interests." And I went out of the room, and descended the stairs, and opened the front door, she looking graciously over the balusters the while, happy, ay, and more than happy. What would I not have done and dared at that moment for Helena Elmsdale? Ah! ye lovers, answer! 12. HELP "There has been a gentleman to look at the house, sir, this afternoon," said Mrs. Stott to me, when, wet and tired, I arrived, a few evenings after my interview with Miss Elmsdale, at River Hall. "To look at the house!" I repeated. "Why, it is not to let." "I know that, sir, but he brought an order from Mr. Craven's office to allow him to see over the place, and to show him all about. For a widow lady from the country, he said he wanted it. A very nice gentleman, sir; only he did ask a lot of questions, surely" "What sort of questions?" I inquired. "Oh! as to why the tenants did not stop here, and if I thought there was anything queer about the place; and he asked how you liked it, and how long you were going to stay; and if you had ever seen aught strange in the house. "He spoke about you, sir, as if he knew you quite well, and said you must be stouthearted to come and fight the ghosts all by yourself. A mighty civil, talkative gentlemanasked me if I felt afraid of living here, and whether I had ever met any spirits walking about the stairs and passages by themselves." "Did he leave the order you spoke of just now behind him?" "Yes, sir. He wanted me to give it back to him; but I said I must keep it for you to see. So then he laughed, and made the remark that he supposed, if he brought the lady to see the place, I would let him in again. A pleasantspoken gentleman, sirgave me a shilling, though I told him I did not require it." Meantime I was reading the order, written by Taylor, and dated two years back. "What sort of looking man was he?" I asked. "Well, sir, there was not anything particular about him in any way. Not a tall gentleman, not near so tall as you, sir; getting into years, but still very active and lightfooted, though with something of a halt in his way of walking. I could not rightly make out what it was; nor what it was that caused him to look a little crooked when you saw him from behind. "Very lean, sir; looked as if the dinners he had eaten done him no good. Seemed as if, for all his pleasant ways, he must have seen trouble, his face was so wornlike." "Did he say if he thought the house would suit?" I inquired. "He said it was a very nice house, sir, and that he imagined anybody not afraid of ghosts might spend two thousand a year in it very comfortably. He said he should bring the lady to see the place, and asked me particularly if I was always at hand, in case he should come tolerably early in the morning." "Oh!" was my comment, and I walked into the diningroom, wondering what the meaning of this new move might be; for Mrs. Stott had described, to the best of her ability, the man who stood watching our offices in London; andgood heavens!yes, the man I had encountered in the lane leading to River Hall, when I went to the Uninhabited House, after Colonel Morris' departure. "That is the man," thought I, "and he has some close, and deep, and secret interest in the mystery associated with this place, the origin of which I must discover." Having arrived at this conclusion, I went to bed, for I had caught a bad cold, and was aching from head to foot, and had been sleeping ill, and hoped to secure a good night's rest. I slept, it is true, but as for rest, I might as well, or better, have been awake. I fell from one dream into another; found myself wandering through impossible places; started in an agony of fear, and then dozed again, only to plunge into some deeper quagmire of trouble; and through all there was a vague feeling I was pursuing a person who eluded all my efforts to find him; playing a terrible game of hideandseek with a man who always slipped away from my touch, panting up mountains and running down declivities after one who had better wind and faster legs than I; peering out into the darkness, to catch a sight of a vague figure standing somewhere in the shadow, and looking, with the sun streaming into my eyes and blinding me, adown long white roads filled with a multitude of people, straining my sight to catch a sight of the coming traveller, who yet never came. When I awoke thoroughly, as I did long and long before daybreak, I knew I was ill. I had a bad sore throat and an oppression at my chest which made me feel as if I was breathing through a sponge. My limbs ached more than had been the case on the previous evening whilst my head felt heavier than a log of teak. "What should I do if I were to have a bad illness in that house?" I wondered to myself, and for a few minutes I pondered over the expediency of returning home; but this idea was soon set aside. Where could I go that the Uninhabited House would not be a haunting presence? I had tried running away from it once before, and found it more real to me in the King's Road, Brighton, than on the banks of the Thames. No!ill or well, I would stay on; the very first night of my absence might be the night of possible explanation. Having so decided, I dressed and proceeded to the office, remaining there, however, only long enough to write a note to Mr. Craven, saying I had a very bad cold, and begging him to excuse my attendance. After that I turned my steps to Munro's lodgings. If it were possible to avert an illness, I had no desire to become invalided in Mr. Elmsdale's Hall. Fortunately, Munro was at home and at dinner. "Just come in time, old fellow," he said, cheerily. "It is not one day in a dozen you would have found me here at this hour. Sit down, and have some steak. Can't eatwhy, what's the matter, man? You don't mean to say you have got another nervous attack. If you have, I declare I shall lodge a complaint against you with Mr. Craven." "I am not nervous," I answered; "but I have caught cold, and I want you to put me to rights." "Wait till I have finished my dinner," he replied; and then he proceeded to cut himself another piece of steakhaving demolished which, and seen cheese placed on the table, he said "Now, Harry, we'll get to business, if you please. Where is this cold you were talking about?" I explained as well as I could, and he listened to me without interruption. When I had quite finished, he said "Hal Patterson, you are either becoming a hypochondriac, or you are treating me to half confidences. Your cold is not worth speaking about. Go home, and get to bed, and take a basin of gruel, or a glass of something hot, after you are in bed, and your cold will be well in the morning. But there is something more than a cold the matter with you. What has come to you, to make a few rheumatic pains and a slight sore throat seem of consequence in your eyes?" "I am afraid of being ill," I answered. "Why are you afraid of being ill? why do you imagine you are going to be ill? why should you fall ill any more than anybody else?" I sat silent for a minute, then I said, "Ned, if I tell you, will you promise upon your honour not to laugh at me?" "I won't, if I can help it. I don't fancy I shall feel inclined to laugh," he replied. "And unless I give you permission, you will not repeat what I am going to tell you to anyone?" "That I can safely promise," he said. "Go on." And I went on. I began at the beginning and recited all the events chronicled in the preceding pages; and he listened, asking no questions, interposing no remark. When I ceased speaking, he rose and said he must think over the statements I had made. "I will come and look you up tonight, Patterson," he observed. "Go home to River Hall, and keep yourself quiet. Don't mention that you feel ill. Let matters go on as usual. I will be with you about nine. I have an appointment now that I must keep." Before nine Munro appeared, hearty, healthy, vigorous as usual. "If this place were in Russell Square," he said, after a hasty glance round the drawingroom, "I should not mind taking a twentyone years' lease of it at forty pounds a year, even if ghosts were included in the fixtures." "I see you place no credence in my story," I said, a little stiffly. "I place every credence in your story," was the reply. "I believe you believe it, and that is saying more than most people could say nowadays about their friends' stories if they spoke the truth." It was of no use for me to express any further opinion upon the matter. I felt if I talked for a thousand years I should still fail to convince my listener there was anything supernatural in the appearances beheld at River Hall. It is so easy to poohpooh another man's tale; it is pleasant to explain every phenomenon that the speaker has never witnessed; it is so hard to credit that anything absolutely unaccountable on natural grounds has been witnessed by your dearest friend, that, knowing my only chance of keeping my temper and preventing Munro gaining a victory over me was to maintain a discreet silence, I let him talk on and strive to account for the appearances I had witnessed in his own way. "Your acquaintance of the halting gait and high shoulder may or might have some hand in the affair," he finished. "My own opinion is he has not. The notion that you are being watched, is, if my view of the matter be correct, only a further development of the nervous excitement which has played you all sort of fantastic tricks since you came to this house. If anyone does wander through the gardens, I should set him down as a monomaniac or an intending burglar, and in any case the very best thing you can do is to pack up your traps and leave River Hall to its fate." I did not answer; indeed, I felt too sick at heart to do so. What he said was what other people would say. If I could not evolve some clearer theory than I had yet been able to hit on, I should be compelled to leave the mystery of River Hall just as I had found it. Miss Blake had, I knew, written to Mr. Craven that the house had better be let again, as there "was no use in his keeping a clerk there in free lodgings for ever" and now came Ned Munro, with his worldly wisdom, to assure me mine was a wildgoose chase, and that the only sensible course for me to pursue was to abandon it altogether. For the first time, I felt disheartened about the business, and I suppose I showed my disappointment, for Munro, drawing his chair nearer to me, laid a friendly hand on my shoulder and said "Cheer up, Harry! never look so downhearted because your nervous system has been playing you false. It was a plucky thing to do, and to carry out; but you have suffered enough for honour, and I should not continue the experiment of trying how much you can suffer, were I in your shoes." "You are very kind, Munro," I answered; "but I cannot give up. If I had all the wish in the world to leave here tonight, a will stronger than my own would bring me back here tomorrow. The place haunts me. Believe me, I suffer less from its influence, seated in this room, than when I am in the office or walking along the Strand." "Upon the same principle, I suppose, that a murderer always carries the memory of his victim's face about with him; though he may have felt callously indifferent whilst the body was an actual presence." "Precisely," I agreed. "But then, my dear fellow, you are not a murderer in any sense of the word. You did not create the ghosts supposed to be resident here." "No; but I feel bound to find out who did," I answered. "That is, if you can, I suppose?" he suggested. "I feel certain I shall," was the answer. "I have an idea in my mind, but it wants shape. There is a mystery, I am convinced, to solve which, only the merest hint is needed." "There are a good many things in this world in the same position, I should say," answered Munro. "However, Patterson, we won't argue about the matter; only there is one thing upon which I am determinedafter this evening, I will come and stay here every night. I can say I am going to sleep out of town. Then, if there are ghosts, we can hunt them together; if there are none, we shall rest all the better. Do you agree to that?" and he held out his hand, which I clasped in mine, with a feeling of gratitude and relief impossible to describe. As he said, I had done enough for honour; but still I could not give up, and here was the support and help I required so urgently, ready for my need. "I am so much obliged," I said at last. "Pooh! nonsense!" he answered. "You would do as much or more for me any day. There, don't let us get sentimental. You must not come out, but, following the example of your gallant Colonel Morris, I will, if you please, smoke a cigar in the garden. The moon must be up by this time." I drew back the curtains and unfastened the shutter, which offered egress to the grounds, then, having rung for Mrs. Stott to remove the suppertray, I sat down by the fire to await Munro's return, and began musing concerning the hopelessness of my position, the gulf of poverty and prejudice and struggle that lay between Helena and myself. I was determined to win her; but the prize seemed unattainable as the Lord Mayor's robes must have appeared to Whittington, when he stood at the foot of Highgate Hill; and, prostrated as I was by that subtle malady to which as yet Munro had given no name, the difficulties grew into mountains, the chances of success dwarfed themselves into molehills. Whilst thus thinking vaguely, purposelessly, but still most miserably, I was aroused from reverie by the noise of a door being shut cautiously and carefullyan outer door, and yet one with the sound of which I was unacquainted. Hurrying across the hall, I flung the halldoor wide, and looked out into the night. There was sufficient moonlight to have enabled me to discern any object moving up or down the lane, but not a creature was in sight, not a cat or dog even traversed the weird whiteness of that lonely thoroughfare. Despite Munro's dictum, I passed out into the night air, and went down to the very banks of the Thames. There was not a boat within hail. The nearest barge lay a couple of hundred yards from the shore. As I retraced my steps, I paused involuntarily beside the door, which led by a separate entrance to the library. "That is the door which shut," I said to myself, pressing my hand gently along the lintel, and sweeping the hitherto unbroken cobwebs away as I did so. "If my nerves are playing me false this time, the sooner their tricks are stopped the better, for no human being opened this door, no living creature has passed through it." Having made up my mind on which points, I reentered the house, and walked into the drawingroom, where Munro, pale as death, stood draining a glass of neat brandy. "What is the matter?" I cried, hurriedly. "What have you seen, what" "Let me alone for awhile," he interrupted, speaking in a thick, hoarse whisper; then immediately asked, "Is that the library with the windows nearest the river?" "Yes," I answered. "I want to go into that room," he said, still in the same tone. "Not now," I entreated. "Sit down and compose yourself; we will go into it, if you like, before you leave." "Now, nowthis minute," he persisted. "I tell you, Patterson, I must see what is in it." Attempting no further opposition, I lit a couple of candles, and giving one into his hand, led the way to the door of the library, which I unlocked and flung wide open. To one particular part Munro directed his steps, casting the light from his candle on the carpet, peering around in search of something he hoped, and yet still feared, to see. Then he went to the shutters and examined the fastenings, and finding all well secured, made a sign for me to precede him out of the room. At the door he paused, and took one more look into the darkness of the apartment, after which he waited while I turned the key in the lock, accompanying me back across the hall. When we were once more in the drawingroom, I renewed my inquiry as to what he had seen; but he bade me let him alone, and sat mopping great beads of perspiration off his forehead, till, unable to endure the mystery any longer, I said "Munro, whatever it may be that you have seen, tell me all, I entreat. Any certainty will be better than the possibilities I shall be conjuring up for myself." He looked at me wearily, and then drawing his hand across his eyes, as if trying to clear his vision, he answered, with an uneasy laugh "It was nonsense, of course. I did not think I was so imaginative, but I declare I fancied I saw, looking through the windows of that now utterly dark room, a man lying dead on the floor." "Did you hear a door shut?" I inquired. "Distinctly," he answered; "and what is more, I saw a shadow flitting through the other door leading out of the library, which we found, if you remember, bolted on the inside." "And what inference do you draw from all this?" "Either that some one is, in a to me unintelligible way, playing a very clever game at River Hall, or else that I am mad." "You are no more mad than other people who have lived in this house," I answered. "I don't know how you have done it, Patterson," he went on, unheeding my remark. "I don't, upon my soul, know how you managed to stay on here. It would have driven many a fellow out of his mind. I do not like leaving you. I wish I had told my landlady I should not be back. I will, after this time; but tonight I am afraid some patient may be wanting me." "My dear fellow," I answered, "the affair is new to you, but it is not new to me. I would rather sleep alone in the haunted house, than in a mansion filled from basement to garret, with the unsolved mystery of this place haunting me." "I wish you had never heard of, nor seen, nor come near it," he exclaimed, bitterly; "but, however, let matters turn out as they will, I mean to stick to you, Patterson. There's my hand on it." And he gave me his hand, which was cold as icecold as that of one dead. "I am going to have some punch, Ned," I remarked. "That is, if you will stop and have some." "All right," he answered. "Something 'hot and strong' will hurt neither of us, but you ought to have yours in bed. May I give it to you there?" "Nonsense!" I exclaimed, and we drew our chairs close to the fire, and, under the influence of a decoction which Ned insisted upon making himself, and at making which, indeed, he was much more of an adept than I, we talked valiantly about ghosts and their doings, and about how our credit and happiness were bound up in finding out the reason why the Uninhabited House was haunted. "Depend upon it, Hal," said Munro, putting on his coat and hat, preparatory to taking his departure, "depend upon it that unfortunate Robert Elmsdale must have been badly cheated by some one, and sorely exercised in spirit, before he blew out his brains." To this remark, which, remembering what he had said in the middle of the day, showed the wonderful difference that exists between theory and practice, I made no reply. Unconsciously, almost, a theory had been forming in my own mind, but I felt much corroboration of its possibility must be obtained before I dare give it expression. Nevertheless, it had taken such hold of me that I could not shake off the impression, which was surely, though slowly, gaining ground, even against the dictates of my better judgment. "I will just read over the account of the inquest once again," I decided, as I bolted and barred the chain after Munro's departure; and so, by way of ending the night pleasantly, I took out the report, and studied it till two, chiming from a neighbouring church, reminded me that the fire was out, that I had a bad cold, and that I ought to have been between the blankets and asleep hours previously. 13. LIGHT AT LAST Now, whether it was owing to having gone out the evening before from a very warm room into the night air, and, afterwards, into that chilly library, or to having sat reading the report given about Mr. Elmsdale's death till I grew chilled to my very marrow, I cannot say, all I know is, that when I awoke next morning I felt very ill, and welcomed, with rejoicing of spirit, Ned Munro, who arrived about midday, and at once declared he had come to spend a fortnight with me in the Uninhabited House. "I have arranged it all. Got a friend to take charge of my patients; stated that I am going to pay a visit in the country, and so forth. And now, how are you?" I told him, very truthfully, that I did not feel at all well. "Then you will have to get well, or else we shall never be able to fathom this business," he said. "The first thing, consequently, I shall do, is to write a prescription, and get it made up. After that, I mean to take a survey of the house and grounds." "Do precisely what you like," I answered. "This is Liberty Hall to the living as well as to the dead," and I laid my head on the back of the easychair, and went off to sleep. All that day Munro seemed to feel little need of my society. He examined every room in the house, and every square inch about the premises. He took short walks round the adjacent neighbourhood, and made, to his own satisfaction, a map of River Hall and the country and town thereunto adjoining. Then he had a great fire lighted in the library, and spent the afternoon tapping the walls, trying the floors, and trying to obtain enlightenment from the passage which led from the library direct to the door opening into the lane.


After dinner, he asked me to lend him the shorthand report I had made of the evidence given at the inquest. He made no comment upon it when he finished reading, but sat, for a few minutes, with one hand shading his eyes, and the other busily engaged in making some sort of a sketch on the back of an old letter. "What are you doing, Munro?" I asked, at last. "You shall see presently," he answered, without looking up, or pausing in his occupation. At the expiration of a few minutes, he handed me over the paper, saying "Do you know anyone that resembles?" I took the sketch, looked at it, and cried out incoherently in my surprise. "Well," he went on, "who is it?" "The man who follows me! The man I saw in this lane!" "And what is his name?" "That is precisely what I desire to find out," I answered. "When did you see him? How did you identify him? Why did" "I have something to tell you, if you will only be quiet, and let me speak," he interrupted. "It was, as you know, late last night before I left here, and for that reason, and also because I was perplexed and troubled, I walked fastfaster than even is my wont. The road was very lonely; I scarcely met a creature along the road, flooded with the moonlight. I never was out on a lovelier night; I had never, even in the country, felt I had it so entirely to myself. "Every here and there I came within sight of the river, and it seemed, on each occasion, as though a great mirror had been put up to make every object on landevery house, every tree, bush, fern, more clearly visible than it had been before. I am coming to my story, Hal, so don't look so impatient. "At last, as I came once again in view of the Thames, with the moon reflected in the water, and the dark arches of the bridge looking black and solemn contrasted against the silvery stream, I saw before me, a long way before me, a man whose figure stood out in relief against the white roada man walking wearily and with evident difficultya man, too, slightly deformed. "I walked on rapidly, till within about a score yards of him, then I slackened my speed, and taking care that my leisurely footsteps should be heard, overtook him by degrees, and then, when I was quite abreast, asked if he could oblige me with a light. "He looked up in my face, and said, with a forced, painful smile and studied courtesy of manner "'I am sorry, sir, to say that I do not smoke.' "I do not know exactly what reply I made. I know his countenance struck me so forcibly, it was with difficulty I could utter some commonplace remark concerning the beauty of the night. "'I do not like moonlight,' he said, and as he said it, something, a connection of ideas, or a momentary speculation, came upon me so suddenly, that once again I failed to reply coherently, but asked if he could tell me the shortest way to the Brompton Road. "'To which end?' he inquired. "'That nearest Hyde Park Corner,' I answered. "As it turned out, no question could have served my purpose better. "'I am going part of the way there,' he said, 'and will show you the nearest routethat is,' he added, 'if you can accommodate your pace to mine,' and he pointed, as he spoke, to his right foot, which evidently was causing him considerable pain. "Now, that was something quite in my way, and by degrees I got him to tell me about the accident which had caused his slight deformity. I told him I was a doctor, and had been to see a patient, and so led him on to talk about sickness and disease, till at length he touched upon diseases of a morbid character; asking me if it were true that in some special maladies the patient was haunted by an apparition which appeared at a particular hour. "I told him it was quite true, and that such cases were peculiarly distressing, and generally proved most difficult to curementioning several wellauthenticated instances, which I do not mean to detail to you, Patterson, as I know you have an aversion to anything savouring of medical shop. "'You doctors do not believe in the actual existence of any such apparitions, of course?' he remarked, after a pause. "I told him we did not; that we knew they had their rise and origin solely in the malady of the patient. "'And yet,' he said, 'some ghost storiesI am not now speaking of those associated with disease, are very extraordinary, unaccountable' "'Very extraordinary, no doubt,' I answered; 'but I should hesitate before saying unaccountable. Now, there is that River Hall place up the river. There must be some rational way of explaining the appearances in that house, though no one has yet found any clue to that enigma.' "'River Hallwhere is that?' he asked; then suddenly added, 'Oh! I remember now you mean the Uninhabited House, as it is called. Yes, there is a curious story, if you like. May I ask if you are interested in any way in that matter?' "'Not in any way, except that I have been spending the evening there with a friend of mine.' "'Has he seen anything of the reputed ghost?' asked my companion, eagerly. 'Is he able to throw any light on the dark subject?' "'I don't think he can,' I replied. 'He has seen the usual appearances which I believe it is correct to see at River Hall; but so far, they have added nothing to his previous knowledge.' "'He has seen, you say?' "'Yes; all the orthodox lions of that cheerful house.' "'And still he is not dauntedhe is not afraid?' "'He is not afraid. Honestly, putting ghosts entirely on one side, I should not care to be in his shoes, all alone in a lonely house.' "'And you would be right, sir,' was the answer. 'A man must be mad to run such a risk.' "'So I told him,' I agreed. "'Why, I would not stay in that house alone for any money which could be offered to me,' he went on, eagerly. "'I cannot go so far as that,' I said; 'but still it must be a very large sum which could induce me to do so.' "'It ought to be pulled down, sir,' he continued; 'the walls ought to be razed to the ground.' "'I suppose they will,' I answered, 'when Miss Elmsdale, the owner, comes of age; unless, indeed, our modern Don Quixote runs the ghost to earth before that time.' "'Did you say the young man was ill?' asked my companion. "'He has got a cold,' I answered. "'And colds are nasty things to get rid of,' he commented, 'particularly in those lowlying localities. That is a most unhealthy part; you ought to order your patient a thorough change of air.' "'I have, but he won't take advice,' was my reply. 'He has nailed his colours to the mast, and means, I believe, to stay in River Hall till he kills the ghost, or the ghost kills him.' "'What a foolish youth!' "'Undoubtedly; but, then, youth is generally foolish, and we have all our crotchets.' "We had reached the other side of the bridge by this time, and saying his road lay in an opposite direction to mine, the gentleman I have sketched told me the nearest way to take, and bade me a civil good night, adding, 'I suppose I ought to say good morning.'" "And is that all?" I asked, as Munro paused. "Bide a wee, as the Scotch say, my son. I strode off along the road he indicated, and then, instead of making the detour he had kindly sketched out for my benefit, chose the first turning to my left, and, quite convinced he would soon pass that way, took up my position in the portico of a house which lay well in shadow. It stood a little back from the sidepath, and a poor little Arab sleeping on the stone step proved to me the policeman was not over and above vigilant in that neighbourhood. "I waited, Heaven only knows how long, thinking all the time I must be mistaken, and that his home did lie in the direction he took; but at last, looking out between the pillars and the concealing shrubs, I saw him. He was looking eagerly into the distance, with such a drawn, worn, painful expression, that for a moment my heart relented, and I thought I would let the poor devil go in peace. "It was only for a moment, however; touching the sleeping boy, I bade him awake, if he wanted to earn a shilling. 'Keep that gentleman in sight, and get to know for me where he lives, and come back here, and I will give you a shilling, and perhaps two, for your pains.' "With his eyes still heavy with slumber, and his perceptions for the moment dulled, he sped after the figure, limping wearily on. I saw him ask my late companion for charity, and follow the gentleman for a few steps, when the latter, threatening him with his stick, the boy dodged to escape a blow, and then, by way of showing how lightly his bosom's load sat upon him, began turning wheels down the middle of the street. He passed the place where I stood, and spun a hundred feet further on, then he gathered himself together, and seeing no one in sight, stealthily crept back to his porch again. "'You young rascal,' I said, 'I told you to follow him home. I want to know his name and address particularly.' "'Come along, then,' he answered, 'and I'll show you. Bless you, we all knows himbetter than we do the police, or anybody hereabouts. He's a beak and a ward up at the church, whatever that is, and he has buildingyards as big, oh! as big as two workhouses, and'" "His name, Munrohis name?" I gasped. "Harringford." I expected it. I knew then that for days and weeks my suspicions had been vaguely connecting Mr. Harringford with the mystery of the Uninhabited House. This was the hiding figure in my dream, the link hitherto wanting in my reveries concerning River Hall. I had been looking for thiswaiting for it; I understood at last; and yet, when Munro mentioned the name of the man who had thought it worth his while to watch my movements, I shrunk from the conclusion which forced itself upon me. "Must we go on to the end with this affair?" I asked, after a pause, and my voice was so changed, it sounded like that of a stranger to me. "We do not yet know what the end will prove," Munro answered; "but whatever it may be, we must not turn back now." "How ought we to act, do you think?" I inquired. "We ought not to act at all," he answered. "We had better wait and see what his next move will be. He is certain to take some step. He will try to get you out of this house by hook or by crook. He has already striven to effect his purpose through Miss Elmsdale, and failed. It will therefore be necessary for him to attempt some other scheme. It is not for me to decide on the course he is likely to pursue; but, if I were in your place, I should stay within doors at night. I should not sit in the dark near windows still unshuttered. I should not allow any strangers to enter the house, and I should have a couple of good dogs running loose about the premises. I have brought Brenda with me as a beginning, and I think I know where to lay my hand on a good old collie, who will stay near any house I am in, and let no one trespass about it with impunity." "Good heavens! Munro, you don't mean to say you think the man would murder me!" I exclaimed. "I don't know what he might, or might not do," he replied. "There is something about this house he is afraid may be found out, and he is afraid you will find it out. Unless I am greatly mistaken, a great deal depends upon the secret being preserved intact. At present we can only surmise its nature; but I mean, in the course of a few days, to know more of Mr. Harringford's antecedents than he might be willing to communicate to anyone. What is the matter with you, Hal? You look as white as a corpse." "I was only thinking," I answered, "of one evening last week, when I fell asleep in the drawingroom, and woke in a fright, imagining I saw that horrid light streaming out from the library, and a face pressed up close to the glass of the window on my left hand peering into the room." "I have no doubt the face was there," he said, gravely; "but I do not think it will come again, so long as Brenda is alive. Nevertheless, I should be careful. Desperate men are capable of desperate deeds." The first post next morning brought me a letter from Mr. Craven, which proved Mr. Harringford entertained for the present no intention of proceeding to extremities with me. He had been in Buckingham Street, so said my principal, and offered to buy the freehold of River Hall for twelve hundred pounds. Mr. Craven thought he might be induced to increase his bid to fifteen hundred, and added "Miss Blake has half consented to the arrangement, and Miss Elmsdale is eager for the matter to be pushed on, so that the transfer may take place directly she comes of age. I confess, now an actual offer has been made, I feel reluctant to sacrifice the property for such a sum, and doubt whether it might not be better to offer it for sale by auctionthat is, if you think there is no chance of your discovering the reason why River Hall bears so bad a name. Have you obtained any clue to the mystery?" To this I replied in a note, which Munro himself conveyed to the office. "I have obtained an important clue; but that is all I can say for the present. Will you tell Mr. Harringford I am at River Hall, and that you think, being on the spot and knowing all about the place, I could negotiate the matter better than anyone else in the office? If he is desirous of purchasing, he will not object to calling some evening and discussing the matter with me. I have an idea that a large sum of money might be made out of this property by an enterprising man like Mr. Harringford; and it is just possible, after hearing what I have to say, he may find himself able to make a much better offer for the Uninhabited House than that mentioned in your note. At all events, the interview can do no harm. I am still suffering so much from cold that it would be imprudent for me to wait upon Mr. Harringford, which would otherwise be only courteous on my part." "Capital!" said Munro, reading over my shoulder. "That will bring my gentleman to River Hall. But what is wrong, Patterson? You are surely not going to turn chickenhearted now?" "No," I answered; "but I wish it was over. I dread something, and I do not know what it is. Though nothing shall induce me to waver, I am afraid, Munro. I am not ashamed to say it I am afraid, as I was the first night I stayed in this house. I am not a coward, but I am afraid." He did not reply for a moment. He walked to the window and looked out over the Thames; then he came back, and, wringing my hand, said, in tones that tried unsuccessfully to be cheerful "I know what it is, old fellow. Do you think I have not had the feeling myself, since I came here? But remember, it has to be done, and I will stand by you. I will see you through it." "It won't do for you to be in the room, though," I suggested. "No; but I will stay within earshot," he answered. We did not talk much more about the matter. Men rarely do talk much about anything which seems to them very serious, and I may candidly say that I had never felt anything in my life to be much more serious than that impending interview with Mr. Harringford. That he would come we never doubted for a moment, and we were right. As soon as it was possible for him to appoint an interview, Mr. Harringford did so. "Nine o'clock on tomorrow (Thursday) evening," was the hour he named, apologizing at the same time for being unable to call at an earlier period of the day. "Humph!" said Munro, turning the note over. "You will receive him in the library, of course, Hal?" I replied such was my intention. "And that will be a move for which he is in no way prepared," commented my friend. From the night when Munro walked and talked with Mr. Harringford, no person came spying round and about the Uninhabited House. Of this fact we were satisfied, for Brenda, who gave tongue at the slightest murmur wafted over the river from the barges lying waiting for the tide, never barked as though she were on the track of living being; whilst the colliea tawnyblack, unkempt, illconditioned, savagenatured, but yet most true and faithful brute, which Munro insisted on keeping within doors, never raised his voice from the day he arrived at River Hall, till the night Mr. Harringford rang the visitor'sbell, when the animal, who had been sleeping with his nose resting on his paws, lifted his head and indulged in a prolonged howl. Not a nice beginning to an interview which I dreaded. 14. A TERRIBLE INTERVIEW I was in the library, waiting to receive Mr. Harringford. A bright fire blazed on the hearth, the table was strewn with papers Munro had brought to me from the office, the gas was all ablaze, and the room looked bright and cheerfulas bright and as cheerful as if no ghost had been ever heard of in connection with it. At a few minutes past nine my visitor arrived. Mrs. Stott ushered him into the library, and he entered the room evidently intending to shake hands with me, which civility I affected not to notice. After the first words of greeting were exchanged, I asked if he would have tea, or coffee, or wine; and finding he rejected all offers of refreshment, I rang the bell and told Mrs. Stott I could dispense with her attendance for the night. "Do you mean to tell me you stay in this house entirely alone?" asked my visitor. "Until Mrs. Stott came I was quite alone," I answered. "I would not have done it for any consideration," he remarked. "Possibly not," I replied. "People are differently constituted." It was not long before we got to business. His offer of twelve hundred pounds I poohpoohed as ridiculous. "Well," he saidby this time I knew I had a keen man of business to deal with"put the place up to auction, and see whether you will get as much." "There are two, or rather, three ways of dealing with the property, which have occurred to me, Mr. Harringford," I explained. "One is letting or selling this house for a reformatory, or school. Ghosts in that case won't trouble the inmates, we may be quite certain; another is utilizing the buildings for a manufactory; and the third is laying the ground out for building purposes, thus" As I spoke, I laid before him a plan for a trisided square of building, the south side being formed by the river. I had taken great pains with the drawing of this plan the future houses, the future square, the future riverwalk with seats at intervals, were all to be found in the roll which I unfolded and laid before him, and the effect my sketch produced surprised me. "In Heaven's name, Mr. Patterson," he asked, "where did you get this? You never drew it out of your own head!" I hastened to assure him I had certainly not got it out of any other person's head; but he smiled incredulously. "Probably," he suggested, "Mr. Elmsdale left some such sketch behind himsomething, at all events, which suggested the idea to you." "If he did, I never saw nor heard of it," I answered. "You may have forgotten the circumstance," he persisted; "but I feel confident you must have seen something like this before. Perhaps amongst the papers in Mr. Craven's office." "May I inquire why you have formed such an opinion?" I said, a little stiffly. "Simply because this trisided square was a favourite project of the late owner of River Hall," he replied. "After the death of his wife, the place grew distasteful to him, and I have often heard him say he would convert the ground into one of the handsomest squares in the neighbourhood of London. All he wanted was a piece of additional land lying to the west, which piece is, I believe, now to be had at a price" I sat like one stricken dumb. By no mental process, for which I could ever account, had that idea been evolved. It sprang into life at a bound. It came to me in my sleep, and I wakened at once with the whole plan clear and distinct before my mind's eye, as it now lay clear and distinct before Mr. Harringford. "It is very extraordinary," I managed at last to stammer out; "for I can honestly say I never heard even a suggestion of Mr. Elmsdale's design; indeed, I did not know he had ever thought of building upon the ground." "Such was the fact, however," replied my visitor. "He was a speculative man in many ways. Yes, very speculative, and full of plans and projects. However, Mr. Patterson," he proceeded, "all this only proves the truth of the old remark, that 'great wits and little wits sometimes jump together.'" There was a ring of sarcasm in his voice, as in his words, but I did not give much heed to it. The design, then, was not mine. It had come to me in sleep, it had been forced upon me, it had been explained to me in a word, and as I asked myself, By whom? I was unable to repress a shudder. "You are not well, I fear," said Mr. Harringford; "this place seems to have affected your health. Surely you have acted imprudently in risking so much to gain so little." "I do not agree with you," I replied. "However, time will show whether I have been right or wrong in coming here. I have learned many things of which I was previously in ignorance, and I think I hold a clue in my hands which, properly followed, may lead me to the hidden mystery of River Hall." "Indeed!" he exclaimed. "May I ask the nature of that clue?" "It would be premature for me to say more than this, that I am inclined to doubt whether Mr. Elmsdale committed suicide." "Do you think his death was the result of accident, then?" he inquired, his face blanching to a ghastly whiteness. "No, I do not," I answered, bluntly. "But my thoughts can have little interest for anyone, at present. What we want to talk about is the sale and purchase of this place. The offer you made to Mr. Craven, I consider ridiculous. Let on building lease, the land alone would bring in a handsome income, and the house ought to sell for about as much as you offer for the whole property." "Perhaps it might, if you could find a purchaser," he answered; "and the land might return an income, if you could let it as you suggest; but, in the meantime, while the grass grows, the steed starves; and while you are waiting for your buyer and your speculative builder, Miss Blake and Miss Elmsdale will have to walk barefoot, waiting for shoes you may never be able to provide for them." There was truth in this, but only a halftruth, I felt, so I said "When examined at the inquest, Mr. Harringford, you stated, I think, that you were under considerable obligations to Mr. Elmsdale?" "Did I?" he remarked. "Possibly, he had given me a helpinghand once or twice, and probably I mentioned the fact. It is a long time ago, though." "Not so very long," I answered; "not long enough, I should imagine, to enable you to forget any benefits you may have received from Mr. Elmsdale." "Mr. Patterson," he interrupted, "are we talking business or sentiment? If the former, please understand I have my own interests to attend to, and that I mean to attend to them. If the latter, I am willing, if you say Miss Elmsdale has pressing need for the money, to send her my cheque for fifty or a hundred pounds. Charity is one thing, trade another, and I do not care to mix them. I should never have attained to my present position, had I allowed fine feelings to interfere with the driving of a bargain. I don't want River Hall. I would not give that," and he snapped his fingers, "to have the titledeeds in my hands tomorrow; but as Miss Elmsdale wishes to sell, and as no one else will buy, I offer what I consider a fair price for the place. If you think you can do better, well and good. If" He stopped suddenly in his sentence, then rising, he cried, "It is a tricka vile, infamous, disgraceful trick!" while his utterance grew thick, and his face began to work like that of a person in convulsions. "What do you mean?" I asked, rising also, and turning to look in the direction he indicated with outstretched arm and dilated eyes. Then I sawno need for him to answer. Standing in the entrance to the strong room was Robert Elmsdale himself, darkness for a background, the light of the gas falling full upon his face. Slowly, sternly, he came forward, step by step. With footfalls that fell noiselessly, he advanced across the carpet, moving steadily forward towards Mr. Harringford, who, beating the air with his hands, screamed, "Keep him off! don't let him touch me!" and fell full length on the floor. Next instant, Munro was in the room. "Hullo, what is the matter?" he asked. "What have you done to himwhat has he been doing to you?" I could not answer. Looking in my face, I think Munro understood we had both seen that which no man can behold unappalled. "Come, Hal," he said, "bestir yourself. Whatever has happened, don't sink under it like a woman. Help me to lift him. Merciful Heaven!" he added, as he raised the prostrate figure. "He is dead!" To this hour, I do not know how we managed to carry him into the drawingroom. I cannot imagine how our trembling hands bore that inert body out of the library and across the hall. It seems like a dream to me calling up Mrs. Stott, and then tearing away from the house in quest of further medical help, haunted, every step I took, by the memory of that awful presence, the mere sight of which had stricken down one of us in the midst of his buying, and bargaining, and boasting. I had done itI had raised that ghostI had brought the man to his death; and as I fled through the night, innocent as I had been of the thought of such a catastrophe, I understood what Cain must have felt when he went out to live his life with the brand of murderer upon him. But the man was not dead; though he lay for hours like one from whom life had departed, he did not die then. We had all the genius, and knowledge, and skill of London at his service. If doctors could have saved him, he had lived. If nursing could have availed him, he had recovered, for I never left him. When the end came I was almost worn out myself. And the end came very soon. "No more doctors," whispered the sick man; "they cannot cure me. Send for a clergyman, and a lawyer, Mr. Craven as well as any other. It is all over now; and better so; life is but a long fever. Perhaps he will sleep now, and let me sleep too. Yes, I killed him. Why, I will tell you. Give me some wine. "What I said at the inquest about owing my worldly prosperity to him was true. I trace my pecuniary success to Mr. Elmsdale; but I trace also hours, months, and years of anguish to his agency. My God! the nights that man has made me spend when he was living, the nights I have spent in consequence of his death" He stopped; he had mentally gone back over a long journey. He was retracing the road he had travelled, from youth to old age. For he was old, if not in years, in sorrow. Lying on his deathbed, he understood for what a game he had burnt his candle to the socket; comprehended how the agony, and the suspense, and the suffering, and the long, long fever of life, which with him never knew a remittent moment, had robbed him of that which every man has a right to expect, some pleasure in the course of his existence. "When I first met Elmsdale," he went on, "I was a young man, and an ambitious one. I was a clerk in the City. I had been married a couple of years to a wife I loved dearly. She was possessed of only a small dot; and after furnishing our house, and paying for all the expenses incident on the coming of a first child, we thought ourselves fortunate in knowing there was still a deposit standing in our name at the JointStock Bank, for something over two hundred pounds. "Nevertheless, I was anxious. So far, we had lived within our income; but with an annual advance of salary only amounting to ten pounds, or thereabouts, I did not see how we were to manage when more children came, particularly as the cost of living increased day by day. It was a dear year that of which I am speaking. "I do not precisely remember on what occasion it was I first saw Mr. Elmsdale; but I knew afterwards he picked me out as a person likely to be useful to him. "He was on good terms with my employers, and asked them to allow me to bid for some houses he wanted to purchase at a sale. "To this hour I do not know why he did not bid for them himself. He gave me a fivepound note for my services; and that was the beginning of our connection. Off and on, I did many things for him of one sort or another, and made rather a nice addition to my salary out of doing them, till the devil, or he, or both, put it into my head to start as builder and speculator on my own account. "I had two hundred pounds and my furniture that was the whole of my capital; but Elmsdale found me money. I thought my fortune was made, the day he advanced me my first five hundred pounds. If I had knownif I had known" "Don't talk any more," I entreated. "What can it avail to speak of such matters now?" He turned towards me impatiently. "Not talk," he repeated, "when I have for years been as one dumb, and at length the string of my tongue is loosened! Not talk, when, if I keep silence now, he will haunt me in eternity, as he has haunted me in time!" I did not answer, I only moistened his parched lips, and bathed his burning forehead as tenderly as my unaccustomed hands understood how to perform such offices. "Lift me up a little, please," he said; and I put the pillows in position as deftly as I could. "You are not a bad fellow," he remarked, "but I am not going to leave you anything." "God forbid!" I exclaimed, involuntarily. "Are not you in want of money?" he asked. "Not of yours," I answered. "Mine," he said; "it is not mine, it is his. He thought a great deal of money, and he has come back for it. He can't rest, and he won't let me rest till I have paid him principal and interestcompound interest. Yeswell, I am able to do even that." We sat silent for a few minutes, then he spoke again. "When I first went into business with my borrowed capital, nothing I touched really succeeded. I found myself going backback. Far better was my position as clerk; then at least I slept sound at nights, and relished my meals. But I had tasted of socalled independence, and I could not go back to be at the beck and call of an employer. Ah! no employer ever made me work so hard as Mr. Elmsdale; no beck and call were ever so imperative as his. "I pass over a long time of anxiety, struggle, and hardship. The world thought me a prosperous man; probably no human being, save Mr. Elmsdale, understood my real position, and he made my position almost unendurable. "How I came first to bet on races, would be a long story, longer than I have time to tell; but my betting began upon a very small scale, and I always wonalways in the beginning. I won so certainly and so continuously, that finally I began to hope for deliverance from Mr. Elmsdale's clutches. "I don't know how"the narrative was not recited straight on as I am writing it, but by starts, as strength served him"Mr. Elmsdale ascertained I was devoting myself to the turf all I can say is, he did ascertain the fact, and followed me down to Ascot to make sure there was no mistake in his information. "At the previous Derby my luck had begun to turn. I had lost thenlost heavily for me, and he taxed me with having done so. "In equity, and at law, he had then the power of foreclosing on every house and rood of ground I owned. I was in his powerin the power of Robert Elmsdale. Think of it. But you never knew him. Young man, you ought to kneel down and thank God you were never so placed as to be in the power of such a devil "If ever you should get into the power of a man like Robert Elmsdale, don't offend him. It is bad enough to owe him money; but it is worse for him to owe you a grudge. I had offended him. He was always worrying me about his wifelamenting her illhealth, extolling her beauty, glorifying himself on having married a woman of birth and breeding; just as if his were the only wife in the world, as if other men had not at home women twice as good, if not as handsome as Miss Blake's sister. "Under Miss Blake's insolence I had writhed; and once, when my usual prudence deserted me, I told Mr.


Elmsdale I had been in Ireland and seen the paternal Blake's ancestral cabin, and ascertained none of the family had ever mixed amongst the upper thousand, or whatever the number may be which goes to make up society in the Isle of Saints. "It was foolish, and it was wrong; but I could not help saying what I did, and from that hour he was my enemy. Hitherto, he had merely been my creditor. My own imprudent speech transformed him into a man lying in wait to ruin me. "He bided his time. He was a man who could wait for years before he struck, but who would never strike till he could make sure of inflicting a mortal wound. He drew me into his power more and more, and then he told me he did not intend to continue trusting anyone who bettedthat he must have his money. If he had not it by a certain date, which he named, he would foreclose. "That meant he would beggar me, and I with an ailing wife and a large family! "I appealed to him. I don't remember now what I said, but I do recollect I might as well have talked to stone. "What I endured during the time which followed, I could not describe, were I to talk for ever. Till a man in extremity tries to raise money, he never understands the difficulty of doing so. I had been short of money every hour since I first engaged in business, and yet I never comprehended the meaning of a deadlock till then. "One day, in the City, when I was almost mad with anxiety, I met Mr. Elmsdale. "'Shall you be ready for me, Harringford?' he asked. "'I do not knowI hope so,' I answered. "'Well, remember, if you are not prepared with the money, I shall be prepared to act,' he said, with an evil smile. "As I walked home that evening, an idea flashed into my mind. I had tried all honest means of raising the money; I would try dishonest. My credit was good. I had large transactions with firstrate houses. I was in the habit of discounting largely, and Iwell, I signed names to paper that I ought not to have done. I had the bills put through. I had four months and three days in which to turn round, and I might, by that time, be able to raise sufficient to retire the acceptances. "In the meantime, I could face Mr. Elmsdale, and so I wrote, appointing an evening when I would call with the money, and take his release for all claims upon me. "When I arrived at River Hall he had all the necessary documents ready, but refused to give them up in exchange for my cheque. "He could not trust me, he said, and he had, moreover, no banking account. If I liked to bring the amount in notes, well and good; if not, he would instruct his solicitors. "The next day I had important business to attend to, so a stormy interview ended in my writing 'pay cash' on the cheque, and his consenting to take it to my bankers himself. "My business on the following day, which happened to be out of town, detained me much longer than I anticipated, and it was late before I could reach River Hall. Late though it was, however, I determined to go after my papers. I held Mr. Elmsdale's receipt for the cheque, certainly; but I knew I had not an hour to lose in putting matters in train for another loan, if I was to retire the forged acceptances. By experience, I knew how the months slipped away when money had to be provided at the end of them, and I was feverishly anxious to hold my leases and titledeeds once more. "I arrived at the door leading to the library. Mr. Elmsdale opened it as wide as the chain would permit, and asked who was there. I told him, and, grumbling a little at the unconscionable hour at which I had elected to pay my visit, he admitted me. "He was out of temper. He had hoped and expected, I knew, to find payment of the cheque refused, and he could not submit with equanimity to seeing me slip out of his hands. "Evidently, he did not expect me to come that night, for his table was strewed with deeds and notes, which he had been reckoning up, no doubt, as a miser counts his gold. "A pair of pistols lay beside his deskclose to my hand, as I took the seat he indicated. "We talked long and bitterly. It does not matter now what he said or I said. We fenced round and about a quarrel during the whole interview. I was meek, because I wanted him to let me have part of the money at all events on loan again; and he was blatant and insolent because he fancied I cringed to himand I did cringe. "I prayed for help that night from Man as I have never since prayed for help from God. "You are still young, Mr. Patterson, and life, as yet, is new to you, or else I would ask whether, in going into an entirely strange office, you have not, if agitated in mind, picked up from the table a letter or card, and kept twisting it about, utterly unconscious for the time being of the social solecism you were committing. "In precisely the same spiritGod is my witness, as I am a dying man, with no object to serve in speaking falsehoodswhile we talked, I took up one of the pistols and commenced handling it. "'Take care,' he said; 'that is loaded'; hearing which I laid it down again. "For a time we went on talking; he trying to ascertain how I had obtained the money, I striving to mislead him. "'Come, Mr. Elmsdale,' I remarked at last, 'you see I have been able to raise the money; now be friendly, and consent to advance me a few thousands, at a fair rate, on a property I am negotiating for. There is no occasion, surely, for us to quarrel, after all the years we have done business together. Say you will give me a helpinghand once more, and' "Then he interrupted me, and swore, with a great oath, he would never have another transaction with me. "'Though you have paid me,' he said, 'I know you are hopelessly insolvent. I cannot tell where or how you have managed to raise that money, but certain am I it has been by deceiving some one; and so sure as I stand here I will know all about the transaction within a month.' "While we talked, he had been, at intervals, passing to and from his strong room, putting away the notes and papers previously lying about on the table; and, as he made this last observation, he was standing just within the door, placing something on the shelf. "'It is of no use talking to me any more,' he went on. 'If you talked from now to eternity you could not alter my decision. There are your deeds; take them, and never let me see you in my house again.' "He came out of the darkness into the light at that moment, looking burly, and insolent, and braggart, as was his wont. "Something in his face, in the tone of his voice, in the vulgar assumption of his manner, maddened me. I do not know, I have never been able to tell, what made me long at that moment to kill himbut I did long. With an impulse I could not resist, I rose as he returned towards the table, and snatching a pistol from the tablefired. "Before he could realize my intention, the bullet was in his brain. He was dead, and I a murderer. "You can understand pretty well what followed. I ran into the passage and opened the door; then, finding no one seemed to have heard the report of the pistol, my senses came back to me. I was not sorry for what I had done. All I cared for was to avert suspicion from myself, and to secure some advantage from his death. "Stealing back into the room, I took all the money I could find, as well as deeds and other securities. These last I destroyed next day, and in doing so I felt a savage satisfaction. "He would have served them the same as me,' I thought. All the rest you know pretty well. "From the hour I left him lying dead in the library every worldly plan prospered with me. If I invested in land, it trebled in value. Did I speculate in houses, they were sought after as investments. I grew rich, respected, a man of standing. I had sold my soul to the devil, and he paid me even higher wages than those for which I engagedbut there was a balance. "One after another, wife and children died; and while my heart was breaking by reason of my home left desolate, there came to me the first rumour of this place being haunted. "I would not believe itI did notI fought against the truth as men fight with despair. "I used to come here at night and wander as near to the house as I safely could. The place dogged me, sleeping and waking. That library was an everpresent memory. I have sat in my lonely rooms till I could endure the horrors of imagination no longer, and been forced to come from London that I might look at this terrible house, with the silent river flowing sullenly past its desolate gardens. "Life seemed ebbing away from me. I saw that day by day the blood left my cheeks. I looked at my hands, and beheld they were becoming like those of some one very aged. My lameness grew perceptible to others as well as to me, and I could distinguish, as I walked in the sunshine, the shadow my figure threw was that of one deformed. I grew weak, and worn, and tired, yet I never thoroughly lost heart till I knew you had come here to unravel the secret. "'And it will be revealed to him,' I thought, 'if I do not kill him too.' "You have been within an ace of death often and often since you set yourself this task, but at the last instant my heart always failed me. "Well, you are to live, and I to die. It was to be so, I suppose; but you will never be nearer your last moment, till you lie a corpse, than you have been twice, at any rate." Then I understood how accurately Munro had judged when he warned me to be on my guard against this mannow harmless and dying, but so recently desperate and allpowerful for evil; and as I recalled the nights I had spent in that desolate house, I shivered. Even now, though the years have come and the years have gone since I kept my lonely watch in River Hall, I start sometimes from sleep with a great horror of darkness upon me, and a feeling that stealthily some one is creeping through the silence to take my life! 15. CONCLUSION I can remember the day and the hour as if it had all happened yesterday. I can recall the view from the windows distinctly, as though time had stood still ever since. There are no gardens under our windows in Buckingham Street. Buckingham Gate stands the entrance to a desert of mud, on which the young Arabsshoeless, stockinglessare disporting themselves. It is low water, and the river steamers keep towards the middle arches of Waterloo. Up aloft the Hungerford Suspension rears itself in mid air, and that spickandspan new bridge, across which trains run now ceaselessly, has not yet been projected. It is a bright spring day. The sunshine falls upon the buildings on the Surrey side, and lights them with a picturesque beauty to which they have not the slightest title. A barge, laden with hay, is lying almost motionless in the middle of the Thames. There is, even in London, a great promise and hope about that pleasant spring day, but for me life has held no promise, and the future no hope, since that night when the mystery of River Hall was solved in my presence, and out of his own mouth the murderer uttered his condemnation. How the weeks and the months had passed with me is soon told. Ill when I left River Hall, shortly after my return home I fell sick unto death, and lay like one who had already entered the Valley of the Shadow. I was too weak to move; I was too faint to think; and when at length I was brought slowly back to the recollection of life and its cares, of all I had experienced and suffered in the Uninhabited House, the time spent in it seemed to me like the memory of some frightful dream. I had lost my health there, and my love too. Helena was now further removed from me than ever. She was a great heiress. Mr. Harringford had left her all his money absolutely, and already Miss Blake was considering which of the suitors, who now came rushing to woo, it would be best for her niece to wed. As for me, Taylor repeated, by way of a good joke, that her aunt referred to me as a "decent sort of young man" who "seemed to be but weakly," and, ignoring the fact of ever having stated "she would not mind giving fifty pounds," remarked to Mr. Craven, that, if I was in poor circumstances, he might pay me five or ten sovereigns, and charge the amount to her account. Of all this Mr. Craven said nothing to me. He only came perpetually to my sickbed, and told my mother that whenever I was able to leave town I must get away, drawing upon him for whatever sums I might require. I did not need to encroach on his kindness, however, for my uncle, hearing of my illness, sent me a cordial invitation to spend some time with him. In his cottage, far away from London, strength at last returned to me, and by the autumn my old place in Mr. Craven's office was no longer vacant. I sat in my accustomed corner, pursuing former avocations, a changed man. I was hardworking as ever, but hope lightened my road no longer. To a penny I knew the amount of my lady's fortune, and understood Mr. Harringford's bequest had set her as far above me as the stars are above the earth. I had the conduct of most of Miss Elmsdale's business. As a compliment, perhaps, Mr. Craven entrusted all the work connected with Mr. Harringford's estate to me, and I accepted that trust as I should have done any other which he might choose to place in my hands. But I could have dispensed with his wellmeant kindness. Every visit I paid to Miss Blake filled my soul with bitterness. Had I been a porter, a crossingsweeper, or a potman, she might, I suppose, have treated me with some sort of courtesy; but, as matters stood, her every tone, word, and look, said, plainly as possible, "If you do not know your station, I will teach it to you." As for Helena, she was always the samesweet, and kind, and grateful, and gracious; but she had her friends about her new lovers waiting for her smiles. And, after a time, the shadow cast across her youth would, I understood, be altogether removed, and leave her free to begin a new and beautiful life, unalloyed by that hideous, haunting memory of suicide, which had changed into melancholy the gay cheerfulness of her lovely girlhood. Yes; it was the old story of the streamlet and the snow, of the rose and the wind. To others my love might not have seemed hopeless, but to me it was dead as the flowers I had seen blooming a year before. Not for any earthly consideration would I have made a claim upon her affection. What I had done had been done freely and loyally. I gave it all to her as utterly as I had previously given my heart, and now I could make no bargain with my dear. I never for a moment thought she owed me anything for my pains and trouble. Her kindly glances, her sweet words, her little, thoughtful turns of manner, were free gifts of her goodness, but in no sense payment for my services. She understood I could not presume upon them, and was, perhaps, better satisfied it should be so. But nothing satisfied Miss Blake, and at length between her and Mr. Craven there ensued a serious disagreement. She insisted he should not "send that clerk of his" to the house again, and suggested if Mr. Craven were too high and mighty to attend to the concerns of Miss Elmsdale himself, Miss Blake must look out for another solicitor. "The sooner the better, madam," said Mr. Craven, with great state; and Miss Blake left in a huff, and actually did go off to a rival attorney, who, however, firmly declined to undertake her business. Then Helena came as peacemaker. She smoothed down Mr. Craven's ruffled feathers and talked him into a good temper, and effected a reconciliation with her aunt, and then nearly spoilt everything by adding "But indeed I think Mr. Patterson had better not come to see us for the present, at all events." "You ungrateful girl!" exclaimed Mr. Craven; but she answered, with a little sob, that she was not ungrateful, onlyonly she thought it would be better if I stayed away. And so Taylor took my duties on him, and, as a natural consequence, some very pretty disputes between him and Miss Blake had to be arranged by Mr. Craven. Thus the winter passed, and it was spring againthat spring day of which I have spoken. Mr. Craven and I were alone in the office. He had come late into town and was reading his letters; whilst I, seated by a window overlooking the Thames, gave about equal attention to the river outside and a tedious document lying on my table. We had not spoken a word, I think, for ten minutes, when a slip of paper was brought in, on which was written a name. "Ask her to walk in," said Mr. Craven, and, going to the door, he greeted the visitor, and led Miss Elmsdale into the room. I rose, irresolute; but she came forward, and, with a charming blush, held out her hand, and asked me some commonplace question about my health. Then I was going, but she entreated me not to leave the room on her account. "This is my birthday, Mr. Craven," she went on, "and I have come to ask you to wish me many happy returns of the day, and to do something for mewill you?" "I wish you every happiness, my dear," he answered, with a tenderness born, perhaps, of olden memories and of lovingkindness towards one so sweet, and beautiful, and lonely. "And if there is anything I can do for you on your birthday, why, it is done, that is all I can say." She clasped her dear hands round his arm, and led him towards a further window. I could see her downcast eyesthe long lashes lying on her cheeks, the soft colour flitting and coming, making her alternately pale and rosy, and I was jealous. Heaven forgive me! If she had hung so trustfully about one of the patriarchs, I should have been jealous, though he reckoned his years by centuries. What she had to say was said quickly. She spoke in a whisper, bringing her lips close to his ear, and lifting her eyes imploringly to his when she had finished. "Upon my word, miss," he exclaimed, aloud, and he held her from him and looked at her till the colour rushed in beautiful blushes even to her temples, and her lashes were wet with tears, and her cheeks dimpled with smiles. "Upon my wordand you make such a request to meto me, who have a character to maintain, and who have daughters of my own to whom I am bound to set a good example! Patterson, come here. Can you imagine what this young lady wants me to do for her now? She is twentyone today, she tells me, and she wants me to ask you to marry her. She says she will never marry anyone else." Then, as I hung back a little, dazed, fearful, and unable to credit the evidence of my senses, he added "Take her; she means it every word, and you deserve to have her. If she had chosen anybody else I would never have drawn out her settlements." But I would not take her, not then. Standing there with the spring landscape blurred for the moment before me, I tried to tell them both what I felt. At first, my words were low and broken, for the change from misery to happiness affected me almost as though I had been suddenly plunged from happiness into despair. But by degrees I recovered my senses, and told my darling and Mr. Craven it was not fit she should, out of very generosity, give herself to mea man utterly destitute of fortunea man who, though he loved her better than life, was only a clerk at a clerk's salary. "If I were a duke," I went on, breaking ground at last, "with a duke's revenue and a duke's rank, I should only value what I had for her sake. I would carry my money, and my birth, and my position to her, and ask her to take all, if she would only take me with them; but, as matters stand, Mr. Craven" "I owe everything worth having in life to you," she said, impetuously, taking my hand in hers. "I should not like you at all if you were a duke, and had a ducal revenue." "I think you are too straitlaced, Patterson," agreed Mr. Craven. "She does owe everything she has to your determination, remember." "But I undertook to solve the mystery for fifty pounds," I remarked, smiling in spite of myself. "Which has never been paid," remarked my employer. "But," he went on, "you young people come here and sit down, and let us talk the affair over all together." And so he put us in chairs as if we had been clients, while he took his professional seat, and, after a pause, began "My dear Helena, I think the young man has reason. A woman should marry her equal. He will, in a worldly sense, be more than your equal some day; but that is nothing. A man should be head of the household. "It is good, and nice, and loving of you, my child, to wish to endow your husband with all your worldly goods; but your husband ought, before he takes you, to have goods of his own wherewith to endow you. Now, now, now, don't purse up your pretty mouth, and try to controvert a lawyer's wisdom. You are both young you have plenty of time before you. "He ought to be given an opportunity of showing what he can do, and you ought to mix in society and see whether you meet anyone you think you can like better. There is no worse time for finding out a mistake of that sort, than after marriage." And so the kind soul prosed on, and would, possibly, have gone on prosing for a few hours more, had I not interrupted one of his sentences by saying I would not have Miss Elmsdale bound by any engagement, or consider herself other than free as air. "Well, well," he answered, testily, "we understand that thoroughly. But I suppose you do not intend to cast the young lady's affections from you as if they were of no value?" At this juncture her eyes and mine met. She smiled, and I could not help smiling too. "Suppose we leave it in this way," Mr. Craven said, addressing apparently some independent stranger. "If, at the end of a year, Miss Elmsdale is of the same mind, let her write to me and say so. That course will leave her free enough, and it will give us twelve months in which to turn round, and see what we can do in the way of making his fortune. I do not imagine he will ever be able to count down guineas against her guineas, or that he wants to do anything so absurd. But he is right in saying an heiress should not marry a struggling clerk. He ought to be earning a good income before he is much older, and he shall, or my name is not William Craven." I got up and shook his hand, and Helena kissed him. "Tut, tut! fie, fie! what's all this?" he exclaimed, searching sedulously for his double eyeglasswhich all the while he held between his finger and thumb. "Now, young people, you must not occupy my time any longer. Harry, see this selfwilled little lady into a cab; and you need not return until the afternoon. If you are in time to find me before I leave, that will do quite well. Goodbye, Miss Helena." I did not take his hint, though. Failing to find a cabperhaps for want of looking for oneI ventured to walk with my beautiful companion up Regent Street as far as Oxford Circus. Through what enchanted ground we passed in that short distance, how can I ever hope to tell! It was all like a story of fairyland, with Helena for Queen of Unreality. But it was real enough. Ah! my dear, you knew your own mind, as I, after years and years of wedded happiness, can testify. Next day, Mr. Craven started off to the west of England. He did not tell me where he was going; indeed, I never knew he had been to see my uncle until long afterwards. What he told that gentleman, what he said of me and Helena, of my poor talents and her beauty, may be gathered from the fact that the old admiral agreed first to buy me a partnership in some established firm, and then swore a mighty oath, that if the heiress was, at the end of twelve months, willing to marry his nephew, he would make him his heir. "I should like to have you with me, Patterson," said Mr. Craven, when we were discussing my uncle's proposal, which a few weeks after took me greatly by surprise; "but, if you remain here, Miss Blake will always regard you as a clerk. I know of a good opening; trust me to arrange everything satisfactorily for you." Whether Miss Blake, even with my altered fortunes, would ever have become reconciled to the match, is extremely doubtful, had the beau monde not turned a very decided coldshoulder to the Irish patriot. Helena, of course, everyone wanted, but Miss Blake no one wanted; and the fact was made very patent to that lady. "They'll be for parting you and me, my dear," said the poor creature one day, when society had proved more than usually cruel. "If ever I am let see you after your marriage, I suppose I shall have to creep in at the areadoor, and make believe I am some faithful old nurse wanting to have a look at my dear child's sweet face." "No one shall ever separate me from you, dear, silly aunt," said my charmer, kissing first one of her relative's high cheekbones, and then the other. "We'll have to jog on, two old spinsters together, then, I am thinking," replied Miss Blake. "No," was the answer, very distinctly spoken. "I am going to marry Mr. Henry Patterson, and he will not ask me to part from my ridiculous, foolish aunt." "Patterson! that conceited clerk of William Craven's? Why, he has not darkened our doors for fifteen months and more." "Quite true," agreed her niece; "but, nevertheless, I am going to marry him. I asked him to marry me a year ago." "You don't mane that, Helena!" said poor Miss Blake. "You should not talk like an infant in arms." "We are only waiting for your consent," went on my lady fair. "Then that you will never have. While I retain my powers of speech you shall not marry a pauper who has only asked you for the sake of your money." "He did not ask me; I asked him," said Helena, mischievously; "and he is not a beggar. His uncle has bought him a partnership, and is going to leave him his money; and he will be here himself tomorrow, to tell you all about his prospects." At first, Miss Blake refused to see me; but after a time she relented, and, thankful, perhaps, to have once again anyone over whom she could tyrannise, treated her niece's future husbandas Helena declaredmost shamefully. "But you two must learn to agree, for there shall be no quarrelling in our house," added the pretty autocrat. "You needn't trouble yourself about that, Helena," said her aunt. "He'll be just like all the rest. If he's civil to me before marriage, he won't be after. He will soon find out there is no place in the house, or, for that matter, in the world, for Susan Blake"; and my enemy, for the first time in my memory, fairly broke down and began to whimper. "Miss Blake," I said, "how can I convince you that I never dreamt, never could dream of asking you and Helena to separate?" "See that, now, and he calls you Helena already," said the lady, reproachfully. "Well, he must begin sometime. And that reminds me the sooner he begins to call you aunt, the better." I did not begin to do so then, of that the reader may be quite certain; but there came a day when the word fell quite naturally from my lips. For a long period ours was a hollow truce, but, as time passed on, and I resolutely refused to quarrel with Miss Blake, she gradually ceased trying to pick quarrels with me. Our home is very dear to her. All the household management Helena from the first hour took into her own hands; but in the nursery Miss Blake reigns supreme. She has always a grievance, but she is thoroughly happy. She dresses now like other people, and wears over her gray hair caps of Helena's selection. Time has softened some of her prejudices, and age renders her eccentricities less noticeable; but she is still, after her fashion, unique, and we feel in our home, as we used to feel in the officethat we could better spare a better man. The old house was pulled down, and not a square, but a fine terrace occupied its site. Munro lives in one of those desirable tenements, and is growing rich and famous day by day. Mr. Craven has retired from practice, and taken a place in the country, where he is bored to death though he professes himself charmed with the quiet. Helena and I have always been towndwellers. Though the Uninhabited House is never mentioned by either of us, she knows I have still a shuddering horror of lonely places. My experiences in the Uninhabited House have made me somewhat nervous. Why, it was only the other night "What are you doing, making all that spluttering on your paper?" says an interrupting voice at this juncture, and, looking up, I see Miss Blake seated by the window, clothed and in her right mind. "You had better put by that writing," she proceeds, with the manner of one having authority, and I am so amazed, when I contrast Miss Blake as she is, with what she was, that I at once obey!  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