"Take my advice, Mr. Millet, and don't try to know. The less you see of the place the better it will be for you."
"Why?"
"Because it is haunted," she replied with emphatic shakes of her head, "and I am much obliged to you for putting us on our guard."
"Then you saw something?"
My wife looked at me.
"Tell him what you fancy you saw," I said.
"It was not fancy," she rejoined; "I have been thinking over it during the day, and the more I think, the more I am convinced that I did see--what I saw."
"I should like to hear about it," said Bob.
"You shall."
And she told him all; of our going over the house till we got to the room on the second floor, of my pulling the bell, of the sounds we had heard proceeding from the basement and approaching nearer and nearer till they were outside in the passage, of my locking the door, of the door opening of its own accord, and of the appearance on the threshold of the specter of a young girl, and, finally, of her fainting away.