"It 'ave bin said, sur, that th' ould man's ghost do wander round the plaace, where you d' live, sur. Es et true?"
"I have never seen him, anyhow. Have you?"
"Well, sur, ted'n for we to say. Oal the saame, I heerd curious noises wawn night near your house."
"What kind of noises?" I asked.
"Oh, a kind of moanin' and cryin', like a gull in pain."
"Maybe it was a sea-gull," I suggested.
"No, sur, we d' know what gulls be like. Twad'n that. We be sure there was foul play, sur."
"What about that lad, Fever Lurgy?" I asked. "Does he live in the neighborhood now?"
"Bless you, sur, Fayver Lurgy a'n't bin seen since th' ould man was killed."
"No!" I said. "Isn't that strange?"