There was a general look of disappointment when this explanation was given, and one said,—
"Then it was not the vampire?"
"Certainly not."
"And, after all, only a clock weight."
"That's about it."
"Why didn't you tell us that at first?"
"Because that would have spoilt the story."
There was a general murmur of discontent, and, after a few moments one man said, with some vivacity,—
"Well, although our friend's vampyre has turned out, after all, to be nothing but a confounded clock-weight, there's no disputing the fact about Sir Francis Varney being a vampyre, and not a clock-weight."
"Very true—very true."