"Into my Lady Carlyon's garden, mam, and it dissolved itself so quick——"
"Tut!" exclaimed Mrs. Agatha,
"Tut is very well, mam, and—vastly fetching as you say it but none the less——"
"Ha' done Sergeant and let me think! Tell me, the night you went ghost-seeking did you catch ever a one—a man, say?"
"Aye, I did so, mam—one o' these London sparks and very fierce he were too!"
"Which one? What like was he!" With the aid of the shears Sergeant Zebedee described the trespasser very fully as regards face, costume and behaviour.
"That," said Mrs. Agatha, nodding her pretty head, "that should be Mr. Dalroyd—
"Zounds!" exclaimed the Sergeant, "how d'ye know this, mam?"
"Well, Sergeant, I do chance to have eyes, also ears and I do use 'em. This fine gentleman was your ghost t'other night, I'll swear."
"But what o' the hoofs and horns, mam, what o' the stink o' brimstone?"