“Even so.”
“I—I thought—’twas he. I—I saw him once at the door—in that—that smithy. Yes, that has begun now. I—shall be haunted now—for ever. Oh, horror! Horror!”
The word “smithy” struck upon Ada’s ears, and for one moment she could not recollect why it came as if it were an old recollection to her. Then she remembered that Mad Maud had spoken of a murder at an Old Smithy, and she asked herself, can there be any connection between all these dark hints of things long past and my own fate? There must be—I will probe your heart, Jacob Gray.
“I will tell you,” she said, turning suddenly to Gray. “Listen! A wild bleeding form has appeared in this house.”
“Bleeding?” gasped Gray.
“Yes, bleeding.”
“And—and—it is—” Gray pointed down the staircase.
“It is there,” said Ada.
Gray shuddered, as he said,—
“Can you—look on it, and live?”