The cause was this.
One night Phillip Redgill had a card party at his house.
Among those present, and who lost heavily at play, was Augustus Fumbleton, Esq.
Phillip was maddened with wine.
The memory of his wickedness and crime came over him.
Which ever way he looked he seemed to behold the apparition of his murdered father.
The terrible legs seemed to haunt him wherever he went.
While cards and dice were at their height, and all were merry, some one loudly knocked at the door.
The servant went and opened it.
Again the knocks were repeated.