With a cry of horror Reuben Tisdale sprang backward toward the fire-place.
"Keep back, woman!" he yelled, his eyes starting from his head in terror. "God have mercy! 'Tis the spirit of my murdered wife!"
With a deep sigh the specter, with a gliding motion, moved backward, disappearing in the gloom beyond.
And even as the last glimpse of her shadowy form had disappeared from the gaze of Elijah Callister, who, with whitened face, stood still, grasping the lantern in his hand, his companion fell forward with a deep groan, motionless upon the floor.
[CHAPTER XVII.]
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When Frank Mansfield awoke next morning he found Detective Hook standing by his side.
Indeed, it was the pressure of the detective's hand upon his forehead that had called him from sleep.
"Good-morning, my boy," he said, pleasantly. "It's time you were stirring, if you intend taking breakfast with me."