And there, in the midst of that blaze of light, upon the threshold of the door itself, stood the form of the dead Mrs. Marley, pale and rigid, with one thin, white finger pointing directly toward himself and his frightened companion who with chattering teeth stood trembling by his side.
For one instant only the apparition maintained its place.
The next, and all was darkness again.
With a loud cry of terror Reuben Tisdale sprang down the avenue, and was lost from view among the trees, while his companion, now scarcely less alarmed, hurriedly followed in the direction of the gate.
[CHAPTER XIX.]
MR. CALLISTER'S CLERK.
"Ketchum & Bustem, eight hundred Wabash common, buyer three!"
"All right, Ketchum & Bustem—there you are."
Out of a little hole in the glass partition, which divided the interior of Mr. Elijah Callister's office, Room 62, —— Building, Broad street, from the portion which was open to the outside public, a hand was thrust, passing back a receipt book to the waiting messenger of the well-known firm of Ketchum & Bustem, brokers on Broadway.