He produced a bottle containing about a quarter of a pint of brandy, and saying, "Your health, friend," put it to his lips.
Gautran watched him greedily, and, when he received the bottle, drained it with a gasp of savage satisfaction.
"That is fine, that is fine!" he said; "I wish there were more of it."
"To echo your wish is the extent of my power in the direction of fulfilment. Now we can continue. Was I ever followed by a spirit? Of what kind?"
"Of a woman," replied Gautran with a shudder.
"Being a spirit, necessarily a dead woman!"
"Aye, a dead woman--one who was murdered."
A look of sudden and newly-awakened intelligence flashed into Vanbrugh's face. He placed his hand again upon Gautran's shoulder.
"A young woman?" he said.
"Aye," responded Gautran.