“Seen anybody?” I asked.
“Yes. Why do you ask?”
“Because I have also; the man in that picture.”
Jack came and sat down near me.
“It’s a ghost, you know,” he said. “He came down to the river about dusk and stood near me for an hour. At first I thought he was—was real, and I warned him that he had better stand further off if he didn’t want to be hooked. And then it struck me he wasn’t real, and I cast, well, right through him, and about seven he walked up towards the house.”
“Were you frightened?”
“No. It was so tremendously interesting. So you saw him here too. Whereabouts?”
“Just outside. I think he is in the house now.”
Jack looked round.
“Did you see him come in?” he asked.