What was I to do? I was trembling from head to foot, and looking on all sides of me for the ghost. Presently the door opened. I collapsed and was deathly faint, when I found it was only a man.
“I have made arrangements for the prisoner to remain here in the office with me. His place may be filled by another,” said the officer to the man.
“I am glad to stay in here with you,” I said. “What shall I do?” I trembled so that my voice quivered.
“Well, sir, I am going to let you take that comfortable chair and sit there for a time, while I am busy.”
I was seated presently. I felt my chair move. I moved also, and I cried out: “I am going mad!” I was being moved in my chair.
“That is nothing, sir. You perhaps will be moved as often as I have been, and that is many times.”
I knew not what to do. I could not disobey orders, but felt that I could no longer remain there. While debating whether to sit down or stand up, I was confronted by the form of a woman.
I fell back and cried out: “Mother! mother! mother!”
When I became able to speak again, I told that it was my dear old mother, and I was asked to describe her, which I did.
“Well, there are two ghosts here, then,” said the officer; “for that is not the description of the one I saw.”