Mr. Ward regarded him open-mouthed.
“Anything else?” he inquired, in a husky voice.
“A figure in white,” said Mr. Farrer, “with long waving arms, hopping about like a frog. I don't suppose you believe me, but if you come to-night perhaps you'll see it yourself. It's very interesting.
“Wer—weren't you frightened?” inquired the staring Mrs. Ward.
Mr. Farrer shook his head. “It would take more than that to frighten me,” he said, simply. “I should be ashamed of myself to be afraid of a poor thing like that. It couldn't do me any harm.”
“Did you see its face?” inquired Mrs. Ward, nervously.
Mr. Farrer shook his head.
“What sort of a body had it got?” said her daughter.
“So far as I could see, very good,” said Mr. Farrer. “Very good figure —not tall, but well made.”
An incredible suspicion that had been forming in the sergeant-major's mind began to take shape. “Did you see anything else?” he asked, sharply.