I slept all that night a deep unbroken slumber, waking with the first 
glimpse of morning, calm and refreshed, but very sleepily perplexed at 
my surroundings. It was only after long cogitations that the thread of my 
coming hither took form and shape. When at last I t:tI1 C\amilIed myself 
in nly anteceflents, and reduced ~l~cul to ike melancholy piesent, I got up 
and looked from the window. A fair tract of country


ay outside, deep-wooded and undulating, with pastoral mead" ows in 
between the hangers, and beyoun, in the open, that streamlet whose 
prattle had been heard the night before lay spread into a broad rushy tarn 
overgrown with green weeds and water things, and thon running on 
through the flat, soft meadows of this hollow where the house was built, 
wound into the far distance, where it ~oined something that shone in the 
low white light like the gleam of a broader river. It was not a cheerful 
morning, for it had rained much, and the chilly mist hung low and still 
about these somber-wooded thickets, and the long grass bctween thenn; 
the sleepy rooks in the nests upon the bare tree-tops were later to wing 
than usual, cawing melancholy from the sodden boughs as thoLlgh loath 
to leave them; and down below nothing sung or moved but the dark, 
black merle along the co~:ert side, and the mavis tUlling a 
plaintive and uncertain note from off the wet fir-tops.

When I had stared my full and learned little from the outlook, I nonned 
those clothes that I had borrowed, and they were a happy choice. They 
fitted me like a lady's glovo, and, as I laced and hooked and belted them 
before a yellow mirror let into the black panel of my chamber door, I 
could not but feel they looked a goodly fashion for one of my make and 
bnild. I had not seemed so stalwart and so sleek, so straight in limb and 
broad in shoulder, since I was a Saxoll thane. Then I belted on that pretty 
sword round my nicely tapering middle, and ran my fingers through my 
black eastern locks, arranging them trimly inside my high-standing frill, 
and took another 300k or two intO the glass, and then with a derisive 
smile -- -a little scornful at the seeret pleasure those fine feathers gave me 
-- I went forth.

Surely never did mortal mason build such a house before. The deeyest, 
densest lorest path that ever my hunter's foot had trodden was sim-
ple~to those mazes of curly stairs and dim passages and wooden alleys 
that led by tedious ways to nothing, and creaking, rotten steps that 
beguiled the wanderer by sinuous repetitions from desolate wing to wing 
and flight to flight. And all tne time that I wrestled with those labyrinthino 
mazes in the struggle to reach latitunes I knew, not a sign could I see of 
iny host, not a whisper could I catch of human voice or familiar sound in. 
that dusty, desolate wilderness. Such an impenetrable stagnation hung 
over that empty habitation that the crow of a distant cock or the yelp of a 
village cur would have been a blessed interruption, but neither broks the 
vault-like, solemn stinness. From room to room I went, opening countless 
doors at random, all leading into


epacious, moldy chambers, bare and tenautless, feeling my way by damp, 
neglected wall and dangerous broken floo: h~gs to endless cobwebbed 
windows, unbarring wooden casements and I.etting in the waterg light 
that only made the imler deso^ lation more ghostly COuspiCIlOus, but 
nothing human could I find, nor any prospect but that sanle one I had 
seen before of damp woodlauns and marsh: water-meadowNs out 

Perhaps for half an hour had I adventured thus hopcle; ~;ly, lost in the 
dusty bowels of that stupendous building; a~id then, just as I W aS near 
despairing of an exit and medilating a leap from a casement on to the 
St!,lly terraces below, ol~cning one final door, that might well have been 
but a honscLold cupboard for the storing of linall and raimerlt, there' .It 
Hly iNeet, was the great main staircase, leading, by many a turn and 
staging, to the central hall below. I put, with the pOint of my sword, a 
cross upon the outside of that cupboard door, so that I might know it 
ay`Lill if need be, and then desce.lded.

Had you seon me coming down those Tunor steps in that Tunor finery, 
my band upan the hilt of ¥ny lOllg steel rapier perked behind me, my 
great ruLLl(3 and my curled musta he, my strong soldier limbs squeezed 
into those sweet-fitti`~g sarill hose and sleeves, so stern and grim, so 
lonely and silent in the white glimmer of the morning shh~e that came 
from dista:lt lattice and painted oriel, you well might have thought me 
scarcely flesh and blood -- son~e old Tudor ancestor of th.Lt old Tunor 
hall stepped fron~ a painter's canvas just as he was in life, and come with 
beatless feet to see what cheer his gross descendants made of it where he 
had once lived so noisy and so jolly.

Down the steps I came, and into the banquet-llall, cmpty and deserted like 
all else, and so sauntered to tha table-llsad where I had supped the 
evening be£ore. Not one trace of humankind had I seen sinoe tlJe night, 
and yet -- that li(tle thing quite startled me -- the supper had been cleared 
a`N~uN-, another napkin spread, another plate put out with fruit and 
bread, and a la:ge beaker of good new milk stood by to fLuik them. I 
stared hard at that simple-seeming meal, and could not comprehend it. I 
was near sure the old man InL{1 not set it -- yet, if he had, why was there 
but one plate, one phtee, one chair, one beaker? Was it meant for me or 
him? What fingers had pulled that fruit, or drawn that milk still warm 
from its source? I would wait, I thought, and strolled off to the windows, 
and down them all slowly in turn, then back again, to idly hum a favorite 
tune we had sung yesterday at Crecy. But still nothing came or stirred. 
Then I went into


the hall and examined that trophy of weapons and tried them all, and then 
unbarred the great door and went oat Upon the terrace, there to dangle 
my satin legs ovel the balustrades dllring a long interval of gloomy 
speculation; but not a leAf ~llS moving, not a sign or whisper could- I see 
of that strange old fellow who had brought me hitherto, and n0W dLl his 
duty by his guest so quablbly.

At last I went back to the dining-place, and regarded that mysterious meal 
with fixed attention. "~ow this," I thought, "is surely spread for me; and if 
it is not, then it shoul`d bc. the master of a house may get hin1 food how 
and when he likes, but the guest's share it put ready to his hand. I have 
waited a long hour and morc, the surl is high, surely that learned pedant 
conld not mean to belay his courtesy by starving a stranger visitor? I(O, it 
were certainly afieetation to wait longer; at the worst there must be more 
where these good things can1e from." And being hungry, and having thlls 
appeased my conscience, I clappeil my sword upon the table, atld fell to 
~vork, and in a short space had made a light though suilicient moal, and 
cleared everything eatable completely from the table.

I was the better for it, yet this strange solitune began to weigh Upon me. 
But a few hours since -- surely it was no more -- I had been in a busy 
camp, bright with all the panoply of war, active, bustling; and here -- why, 
the white mists seemed creeping through me, it was so dan~p and 
melancholy, the tawny mildew of these walls seemed settlblg down upon 
my spirit. Jove! I felt, by comparison of what I-had lJeen and was, already 
touched with the clammy rottennoss of this place, and slowly turning into 
a piece of crumbling lutl~ber, such as lay about on every hand -- a 
tarnished, faded HlOUU ment to a life that was by-gone. Oh! I could not 
stand the house, and, taking my cap and sword, strolled down the garden, 
full of pensive thoughts, morose, uncarilJ~,, and su Oilt into the woods 
'oeyond, and over hill and dalt, a lol~g nalk that set the stagnant blood 
flowing in my sleopy VOhlS, am did me tOlliE good.

eaving the hall where so strange a night had been spent, I strode out 
strongly over hill and dale for mile after mile, without a thought of where 
the path might lead. I stall~ed on all day, and came back in the eveni~,o; 
yet the only thing worthy of note upon that round was a familiarness of 
sce'~o, a certain feeling of old acquaintance with plain and valley, which 
possessed me when I had gone to the furthest limit of the walk. At one 
hill-top I stopped and looked over a wide,


gently swelli ~a plttin of verdure, with a grassy knoll or two in bi~llt, and 
`~ o~ ~Is arld new w}leat-fielus shining emerald in the .'~plil sul~li~~.i~, 
~shile far away the long clouns were IY;IJg steady over the dUn shine of a 
distant sea. I tlZought to mysslf, "Sure~- I 1~ave seen all this before. 
Yonder knoll, standing tall anlong the lesser ones -- W}ly does it appeal so 
to ms? ~\un that d.stant flash of water there among the misty woodlands 
a few miles to westward of it? Jove! I could, somehow, have S\N orn 
there had been a river there even before I saw the shine. Some sense 
withill me knows each swell and hollow of this fair country herc, and yet 
n~now it not. 'l~hey were not my `xlXOfl ghldes that spread out beneath 
me, and the distant strctl~ll swept rotlnct no such steEp as that castled 
mount nherefrom I had set out for Crecy. I could not justify that spark Of 
vague rememl~rallc`?, and loug I sat and wondered how or when in a 
wide life I had secu that valley, but fruitlesslv. N-ot fancy did not err, 
though it was not for many davs I h~.ew it.

Then, after.a time, I turned homeward. Homeward, was it? wt~ll, it wa~ 
as much thitherivard as any way I knew, though, indced' I marveled as I 
went why my feet should turn so uaturally t~aul: to that gloomy 
mansion, peopled only by shadows and the smell Of sael suggestious. 
Perhaps my mind just then was too inert to scek uew roads, and accepted 
the easiest, after tl ~' manner of weak things, as the inevitable. he this as it 
may, I went back that wet, misty afternoon, alone with my nlelancholy 
listlessness through the damp, dripping woods and coppices, where the 
dead ferns looked red as hiood il~ the e~cning glow. I was so heedless 
nost my way ouce or t~riee, and, when at lengt'r1 the dead frout of the 
old house glimult?red out of the mist ahead, the carly night was seiting~ 
i~~, and that lank, dejected garden, those ruined terraces, and hn~nlred 
staring, ermpty windows frowning down on the gra\ c-green court-yard 
stones seemed more forsaken, more mourn'tal-looking even than it had 
the night hefore.

1 found the front door ajar, exactly as it was left, and, groping about, 
presently discovered the tinder and steel. I made a light, and laughed a 
little bitterly to think how much indeed I was at home; then, in bravado 
and mockery, unsheathed my sword and went from room to room, in the 
gathering dusk, stalking sr~lleil and watchful, with the gleam of light held 
above my hend, down esch Glamrlly corridor and vault-like chamber; 
rapped with my hilt on casement and panels, and, listening to the gloomy 
etho that ruplbled down that ghoulish palace, I pricked with my rapier-
point each swelling, rotten


curtain, I punctured every ghostly, swinging arras, and stabbed the black 
shatiows in a score of dim recesses. B~~t nothing I found until, in one of 
these, my sword-point strutk something soft and yielding, and sunk in. 
Jove! it startled me! 'Twas wondrous like a true, good stab through flesh 
and bone; and my fingers tightened upon the pommel, and I sent the 
blade home through that yielding, nnseen " something," and a span deep 
into the rotten wall beyond; then looked to see what I had got. Faugh! 
'twas but a woman's dress left on a rusty nail, a splendiLi raiment once -- 
such as a noble girl m~ght wear, and a prhleess give -- padded and quilted 
wondrously, with yards of stitching down the front, wherefrom rune 
hands had torn gold filigree and pearl cmbroideries, and where the 
wearer's heart had beat those rough fingers had left a faded rose still tied 
there by a love-l~not on a strand of amber silk -- a lovely gown once on a 
time no doubt, but now my sword had run it through and through from 
back to bosom. Lord! }1OW it smelled of dead rose, and must, and moth. I 
shook it angrily fron~ my weapon, and left it there upon the rotten 
boards, and WOllt on with my quest.

But neither high nor loiv, nor far nor near, was there to be found the 
smallest trace of my host or any living mortal. At last, weary and wet, and 
oppressed wiTh those vast echoing solitunes, I we~it back to the great 
hall, passed all the un~ touched litter I had made in the morning, and so to 
the banquet-place. I walked up the long black tables set solenm with 
double rows of empty chairs, and lighted the lamp that stood at top. It 
burned up brightly in a minute, and there beneath I saw the morning 
meal had been removed, the supper-llapki

neatly laid, and bread, wine, and chese laid out afresh for one. So 
unexpected was that neat array, so quaint, so Otlt of keeping with the 
desolate mansion, that I laughed aloun, then paused, for down in the 
great vaultyinterior of that house the echo took my laughter up, and the 
lone merriment sounded wicked and inferual in those souness corridors. 
Well, there was supper; while I was tired and hungry, I would not be 
balked of it though all hell were laughing outside. In the vast empty grate 
I made a merry fire with some old broken chairs -- a jolly, roaring blaze 
that curled about the mighty iron dogs as though glad to warm the chilly 
hearth again, and went flaming and twisting up the spacious chimney in 
right gallant kind. Then I lifted the stopper of the wine-jar, and, finding it 
full of a good Rhenish vintage, set to work to mull it. I fetched a steel 
gorget from the trophy in the hall, poured the liquor therein, and put it by 
the blaze to warm.


And tii . ?.tke the drink the more complete I spitted an apple OTI my r `. 
ier~point and toasted the pippin by the embers, thtTs making . wassail-
bowl of most superior sort.

I cat rd drank and supped very pleasarltly that evelling, while the stror.g 
wind whistled among the chimTTeY-st.tcLs and rattled with uneartmy 
persistence upon the caseruclTts, or opened and shut, now soft, now 
fiercely, a score of crealsing distant doors. The splutterilTg rain came 
down tTpon the fire by which I sat in my quaint finery, warming my 
Tunor legs by that Tunor blaze; the tall spectral things of the g~trdeu 
beyond the'ctirtainless windows nodded and bent before the storm; loose 
strands of ivy bcat gently upon the panes like the wet long fingers of 
ghostly vagrants in~plori'Tg admission; the water fc,1 with measured beat 
UpOT1 the empty court-vard stones from. broken gargoyle and spout, 
like the t'all of gellEly pattering feet, and the strangest sobbing noises 
came from the hollo`,v wainscoting of that strange old dwelling-place.

But do yon thirlk I feared? I, who had lived so long and kno`,vn so much? 
I, who four times had seen the substaTItia world dissolve intO nothing, 
and had awoke to find a ne

earth, born from the dusty ashes of the past? I, who had stocl~ed four 
times the void air with all I loved? I, for whom the shadowy fields of the 
unknown were so thickly habited? I, to whom the seeming material 
wor'd again was so nnpeopled, so visionary and desolate'~ I mocked the 
wild gossip of the .storm, and griTnl~y wove the infernal whispers of that 
place into the thread of my fancies.

Hour by hour I sat and thought- -- thought of all the rosy pictures of the 
past, of all the bright beams of love I had~seen shina for me in maiden 
eyes, all the wild glitter and delight of twenty fiery combats, all the joy 
and success, all the sorrow and pleasure of my woTIdrous life; and thus 
thought and thought until ~ wore out even the storm, that went sighiTIg 
away over the distant woodlands, and the fire, that died down to a 
handful of white ashes, and the wine-pot that ran dry and empty with the 
last fiames in the grate; and then I took my sword and the taper, and, 
leaving the care of to-morrow to the coming sunrise, went up the solenm 
staircase and threw myself upon the first dim couch in the first black 
chamber that I met with.

I threw myself upon a bed dressed as I was, but could not sleep as soon as 
I wished. Indeed, a heavy drowsiness possessed me, and now I would 
dream for a minute or two, and then start up and listen as some distant 
door was opened, or


to the quaint gusts that roamed about those corrilors and seemed now 
and then to hold whispered conolave outside my door. It was like a child, 
I knew' to be so restless; but yet he who lives near to the unknown grows 
by nature watchful. It did not seem possible, I had fathomed all the 
mystery there was in that gloooly mansion, and so I dozed, and waked 
and wondered, waiting in spite of nJYself for something more, all in the 
deep shadow of my rotten bed-hangings; now speculating upon my host, 
and why he tenatZted such a life-forsaken cavern, and eat and drank from 
ancient crockery, and had store of moldy finery and rusty wealious; and 
tilCII idly guessing who had last slept on this creaking, somber bcd, and 
why the pillows smelled so much of moldiness and mildewN, or again 
listening to the wail of the expiring wind amon5 the chimneys overhead, 
and the dismal sunden drip of water falling somewhere. Perhaps I had 
amused myself like that a'~ hour, and it was as near as might be 
mictnigilt; the low, white moon was just aglimpse over the sighing tree-
tops in the wilderIIess outside. I had beell dozilig lightlv, whel~, On a 
sunden, my soldier ear distinctly catlght a footfall in the pRssttge without, 
and, starting up t~OU my elbow in the black shadow of the bed) I gripped 
the hilt of the sword that L~y along under the pillows and held my breath, 
as, slowly the door was opened wide, and, before my astounded eyes, a 
tall, dark figure entered.

It was all done so quietly that, beyoun the first footfall and the soft click of 
the 1ifting latch, I do not think a sound broke the heavy stinness that, 
betweell hro pauses of the wind reigned throughout the empty house. 
~rery gcntly that dusk~r shadow by my portal shut the door behind, and 
it might have been only the outer air that entered with him, or something 
in that presence itself, but a cold, damp breath of air pervaded all the 
room as the latch fell back.

I did not fear, and yet my heart set off a-thumping against my ribs, and 
my fingers tightered tlpon the fretled hilt of my Toledo blade, as that 
thing, came slowly forward from the door, and, big and tall, and so far 
indistinct, stalked slowly to the bed-foot, touching the posts like one who, 
in an uncertain light, reassures himself by the feel of well-known 
landmarks, and so went round toward the latticed window. I did not stir, 
but held my breath and st.1red hard at that black form, that, all 
tm~nscious of my presence, slowly sauntered to the light and took form 
and shape. In a minute it was by the lattice, and, to my stern, wondering 
awe, there, in the pale white moonshine, looking down into the desolate 
garden below with


a melancholy steadfastness, was the figure of a tall bl,l; ~;I anish gallant. In 
that white radiance, against the ebony h:~ lting of the room, he was 
limned with extraordinary clearness. Indeed, he was a great silver column 
now of stenciled brightness against the black voi`1 beyond, and I could 
see every point and detail in his dress an.l fcatures as tho~agh it ~rere 
broad cdaylight. He was -- or must I say, he Lad ~EESiQ -- -a tall, slim 
man, long-jointed and sparse after the manner of his nation, and to-night 
he wore something like the fashiou of the time -- black hose and shoes, a 
black-seeming w-aistceat, a loose out~door hood above it, a slouch cap, a 
\\;lJite ruffle, and a broad black leather belt with a Jagger dangling from 
it. tSo much was ordinary about him; but -- Jovel his face in that uncertain 
twilight was frightful! It was cadaverous beyond expression, and tawny 
and mean, and all the shadows on it were black and strong; and out of 
that dreary parchment mask, making its lifelessness the more deadly by 
theil glitter, shone two restless sunkell eyes. Hekept those yellow orbs 
turned upor1 the garden, and then presently put up a hand and began 
stroking his small pointed board, still seeming lost in thought, and next, 
stretching out a finger -- and, lioth! what a wicked-looking talon it did 
sceml -- the shape begaa drawing signs upon the mistiness of the 
cdiamDnd panes. At the same time he began to mutter, and there was 
something quaintly grewsome about those discounected syllables in the 
midnight stinness; yet, thnagh I leaned forward and peered and listened, 
nothing could I learn of what he wrote or said. He fascinated me. I forgot 
to speak or act, and could only regard with dumb wolider that outlined 
figure in the moonlight, and the long~dead face so dreadfully ashine with 
life. So bewitched was I that had that ViSiOII turned and spokeo I should 
have made the best shift to answer that were possible; there was some tie, 
I felt, between him and me more tha

showed upon the surface of this chance meeting of ours -- something 
which even as I write I feel is not yet quite explained, though I and that 
shadow now know each other well. But, instead of speaking, that 
presence, man or spirit, from the outer spaces, left off his scratching on 
the window, and, with a shrug of his Spanish shoulders and a malediction 
in guttural Bisque, turned from the window-cell and walked across the 
room. As he did so, I noticed -- what had been invisible before -- in his left 
hand a canvas bag, and, by the shape and weight of it, that bag seemed 
full of money. I watched him as he stalked across the room, watched him 
disappear into the shadow, and then listened, with every sense alert, to 
the click


of the latch and the creak of the door as he left my eehamber by the 
opposite side to that wherceat he entered.

As those faint, ghostly footsteps died away slowly down the corridor, my 
native senses came back, and, in a trice, I was on foot, dressed as I had lain 
me down, and, snatching my sword and c10.1k ifl a fever of expectation, I 
ran over to the window and looked upon the writing. It was figures -- 
figures and sums in ancient Moorish arabesqtZe; and the long sharp nail-
m.`rks of that hideous midnight mathematician were still penciled clearly 
on the moonlit dew.

My blood was now coursing finely i~l my VGillS, and, hot and eager to 
see some more of this grim stranger, I strode across the room and 
stepped out into the passage. At first it seemed that he had gone 
completely, for all was so still and silent; but the wkite light outside was 
throwing squares of sil\Ter brightness from many narrow windows on 
the dusty fioor -- and there he was, in a moment, crossing the furthest 
patch, tall and silvery in that radiance, with his long, slim, black legs, his 
great ru~e, and flapping cloak, looking most wicked. I went forward, 
making as little noise as might be, and seeing my ghostly friend every 
r~ow and then, nutil, when we had traversed perhaps halL that deserted 
mansion, I lost him where three ways divided, and went pluliging and 
tripping forward, striving to be as silent as I could -- though why I know 
not -- and making instead at every false step a noise that should have 
startled even ghostly ears. But I was now well off the trail, and nothing 
showed or answer d. It was black as hell in the sbadows, and white as day 
where the moonbeams slanted in from the oriels, and through this chilly 
chequer I went, feeling on by damp old walls and worm-eaten 
wainscoting; slippin~ flown crumbling stairs that vTere as rotten as the 
balus. ters which went to dust beneath my touch; opening sulleli oaken 
doors and peering down the dreary wastes within; listenin~,, prying, 
wondering -- but nowhele could I find that shadowy form again.

I followed the chase for many minutes far into a lonely deserted wing of 
the old house, then paused irresolute. What was I to do~ I had my cloak 
nL~olZ one hand, and my naked rapier was in the other, but no light, or 
any means of making one. The vision had gone, and I found, now that the 
chase had ended, and my blood began to tread a sober measure, it was 
dank, chilly, and dismal in these black, draughty corridors. Worse still, I 
had lost all count and reckoning of where my bed had been, and, though 
that were small matter in such a house, yet somehow I felt it were well to 
reach the vantage


ground of more familiar places w herein to waiL the morning. So, as 
nearly as was possible, I groped back upon Iny footsteps by tedious ways 
and empty chambers, low in heart and angry; Inow stopping to listen to 
the fiLful moaning of the wiod or the patterillo rain spots on the glass, er 
some distant panels creaking in distuat cl~ambers; lralf thinking, after 
all, I ha'1 becu ~ fool, aml cozerlerl by s',me sleepy fancy. and so I we~rt 
back, dejected and dispirited, tintil prese~ltly I came to a gloomy arch in a 
lorlg corridor, tallestried across with heavy harlgings. Unthi~~kingly I 
lifttd thom, and there -- there3 as the curtairls l-,arted -- thirty paces ofI, a 
bright moonlit door-way gently opcntd, and into the light stepped that 
same black-browed foreigller agairl.

I did what any other would have doue, thmrgh it was not valiant -- 
stepped back against the niche and drew the tapestry folds about me, and 
so hidden waited. Down he samltered leisurely straight for my hidirrg-
place, and as he came there was full time to note every wri,~kle and 
furrow on tlmt s~'hen , ashy face. IIoLh! he might have been a decent 
gentlemall by davlight, but in the night-shine he looked mole like a 
weekdead corpso than aught else, ar-rd, with e\7es glued to thoso 
twinkling eyes of his, and bated breath and irresolute fingers hard set 
upon my pommel-llilt, n waited. He came on without a pause or sign to 
show that nR knew he was watched, and, as he crossed the last patch of 
l~ght, I saw the bag of ~old was gone, and the hant1 that carried it was 
wrapped in a bloody handkerohief. Another mi~lute and we wele not a 
yard apart. What good was valor there, I thought? ~ hat good were 
weapons or conrage against the malignity of such an infernal shadow? I 
held back while he passed, a~al in a minute it was too late to stop him. Yet 
I could follow. Aun, half asharlled of that momorlt's weakrless, and with 
my courage bundilrg up again, I starLed from my hiding-place, and, 
brandishing my rapier, my cloak curled on my other arm as though I 
werlt to meet some famous foncer, I rarl after the Spauiald. and nOW he 
hOart1 mD, and, with one swift look over his shoulder and a startled 
guttural cry, set off down the passage. From light to light he flashed, and 
shadow to shadow, I hot after him, my courage rampant now again, and 
all the bitterness and disappointment of the last few days nervi,~g my 
heart, until I felt I could exchange a thrust or two with the black arch-fiend 
himself. "Twas a brief chase. At the bottom of the corridor stood a solid 
oak partition -- I had him safe enough. I saw him come to that black 
barrier and hesitate; whereon I shouted fiercely, and leaped forward, and 
in another minute I


was there where he I~`d been -- and the corridor ~ras empty, and the 
l,aneled partitio'1 was doorless and unmo`-ed, and not a sound l~roke the 
stinness of that old house save rmy OWU angry crW, that the hollow 
echoes were bandying about from ghostly room to roon1 and corridor to 
ompty corridor.

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