“No one knows anything!” Dora whispered, edging closer to me as we heard a distant clang. “It is only surmised he was her husband—she was quite a stranger here—and—he was never caught.”
“But the bucket, what could he want with such an absurd thing as a bucket?” and as I heard it clanging from below I gave a ghastly chuckle.
“For Heaven’s sake don’t laugh!” Dora shivered. “They found that bucket—he had used it for transporting her remains!”
*****
Please remember me, &c., to all.
Ever yours sincerely,
Kathleen M. Dean.
THURLOW HALL,[3]
NEAR EXETER
FIRE! FIRE! BRING ME FIRE!
Technical form of apparition: Phantasm of dead
Source of authenticity: First-hand evidence