“It was the Candle of the Dead she saw?” asked Griffiths.
“Aye, it was; the nearer it came the smaller grew the flame till it was no bigger than a thimble. Gwen was frightened so she couldn’t move from the wall; she let it pass close by her, and it was a woman carryin’ the light.”
“A woman!”
“Aye, a woman, an’ she moved on to the doorsill of Jane Jones’s house an’ stopped there.”
“Jane Jones’s?”
“Aye, an’ then she went over to Jane Wynne’s door an’ stopped there.”
“She did?”
“Aye, she did, an’ then she went over to the graveyard an’ waved her candle over the gate, an’ it went out. Gwen says there weren’t no more thickness to her than to the candle-flame,—ye could thrust your finger straight through her.”
“Which door did she go to first—Jane Jones’s?”