"I suppose he gave it to old Sawyer."
"Didn't he! Mrs Sawyer told me afterwards that the Major had never been spoken to so before since he left school, and that it had done him a world of good—poor old thing!"
"But what was it all about—I mean what made him leave the house?"
"Why, the ghost, to be sure. The first night he was in the house he went poking about looking for burglars, and saw it or heard it, I forget which; they say he did not stop running till he reached the police station, and that's nearly a mile away, and he wouldn't come back but took a cab to the hotel in his pyjamas. But the funny thing is, that ever since the day father abused him, he has been our best friend; he's helped us in money matters lots of times, and he always sends us hares and things when he goes shooting. The ghost always brings us luck when she can—always."
"You believe in Luck?"
"I believe in everything, so does father."
"And this ghost, it's a 'she' you said, I think?"
"It's Fanny Lambert."
"Oh!"