"Why don't they?"
Richard lifted his dark eyebrows. "I scarcely know: a feeling undoubtedly exists against doing so. What is it you wish to hear?"
"All the story, from beginning to end. Was there a murder?"
"Yes; it took place on the plateau. I can give you no particulars, I was but a little fellow at the time, except that the man who committed the deed hung himself before the night was out. The superstition obtaining is, that he does not rest quietly in his unconsecrated grave, and comes abroad at times to haunt the plateau, especially the spot where the deed was done."
"And that spot?"
Richard extended his hand and pointed to the edge as nearly as possible in a line with the window.
"It was there; just above the place they call the Half-moon. The figure appears on the brink, and stands there looking out over the sea. I should have said is reported to appear," he corrected himself.
"Did you ever see it yourself?"
"I cannot tell you."
"Not tell me!"