“‘Would you know him again?’ he asked me.
“‘Aye,’ I replied, ‘I would know that face and figure among a thousand.’
“‘Come to the study,’ said the master, ‘and I will show you some pictures.’
“We went, and I looked over a number of them. At last I came to one that fairly transfixed me. There was no mistaking the face. Before me was the picture of the spectre I had seen the previous night in the ruined Castle of Saint Andrews.
“‘Well, Anklebone,’ said the master, ‘this is really wonderful, and you actually saw the rope round the neck?’
“‘I did,’ I said, ‘as I am a living man, but who is it? It is not the Cardinal?’
“‘No,’ said the master very gravely, ‘this man was publicly hanged by his enemies on a gibbet at the Market Cross of Stirling on April 1st, 1571.’
“‘But who was he?’ I asked, imploringly.
“‘The man, or ghost, you saw,’ said master, ‘was Archbishop John Hamilton of St Andrews—in his own Castle grounds where he once reigned supreme.’”