S. No, my lord, I did not like to touch it.
L.C.J. Not like? Why that? Are you so nice that you scruple to feel of a wet dress?
S. Indeed, my lord, I cannot very well tell why: only it had a nasty ugly look about it.
L.C.J. Well, go on.
S. Then I called again to Thomas Snell, and bid him come to me and catch anyone that come out when I should open the cupboard door, 'for,' says I, 'there is someone hiding within, and I would know what she wants.' And with that Squire Martin gave a sort of a cry or a shout and ran out of the house into the dark, and I felt the cupboard door pushed out against me while I held it, and Thomas Snell helped me: but for all we pressed to keep it shut as hard as we could, it was forced out against us, and we had to fall back.
L.C.J. And pray what came out—a mouse?
S. No, my lord, it was greater than a mouse, but I could not see what it was: it fleeted very swift over the floor and out at the door.
L.C.J. But come; what did it look like? Was it a person?
S. My lord, I cannot tell what it was, but it ran very low, and it was of a dark colour. We were both daunted by it, Thomas Snell and I, but we made all the haste we could after it to the door that stood open. And we looked out, but it was dark and we could see nothing.
L.C.J. Was there no tracks of it on the floor? What floor have you there?