"Jericho! Jericho!" sneezed Duff Salter. "Young man, if you stun my ear that way a third time I'll knock you down. I'm deaf, it's true, but I'm not a hallooing scale to try your lungs on. If you won't write, we can't talk."
With impatience, yet smiling, Calvin Van de Lear wrote on the tablets,
"Have you seen the ghost?"
"Ghost?"
"Yes, the ghosts of the murdered men!"
"I never saw a ghost of anything in my life. What men?"
"William Zane and Sayler Rainey."
"Several people. Some say it's but one that has been seen. Zane's ghost walks, anyway, in Kensington."
"What for?"