They turned towards the door, through which they had found their way.
There stood the spectre knight glittering in steel, and with vizor down.
A long blue plume waved from his helmet.
His shield was of dazzling brightness.
Over his armour he wore a white tunic with a large red cross on his breast.
He raised his gauntlet-covered hand on high, and pointed to the adjacent stone corridor, as he said,
“Cut the victims down! Succour the wounded! Bury the dead!”
And vanished!
But long after these solemn words were uttered, and before any one could recover from surprise, they heard the heavy, distant footfalls of the Spectre Knight.
Darlington Hall was haunted!