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"Aye! Make sure of that," Middleton scoffed, "with Mother Unthank by her side! Her ladyship's ht, but Mother Unthank is mad with hate, and there isn't a week passes," the old , "that Roger Unthank's spirit don't come and howl for your blood beneath theirIf you stay here this night, Squire, coot ready for you on the other side of the house"

Mr Mangan had lost his smooth, after-dinner appearance His face was ru cold This was a very different thing froue letters and rumours which had reached him from time to time and which he had put out of his ood of you to warn me, Middleton," Dominey said, "but I can lock my door, can I not?"

"Lock the door of the oak rooood would that do? You knoell enough that the wall's double on three sides, and there are more secret entrances than even I know of The oak rooet you there that's keeping them quiet"

"Tell us what you mean, Middleton," the lawyer asked, with ill-assuer Unthank's spirit?"

The old man turned patiently around

"Just that, sir," he replied "It's round the house hts, and Mrs Unthank, there's been scarcely a servant would sleep in the Hall for years Soe, but back they go before nightfall, and untilsoul would cross the path--no, not for a hundred pounds"

"A howl, you call it?" Mr Mangan observed

"That'sthat's hurt itself," Middleton explained equably, "like a dog, that is, with a touch of human in its throat, as we've all heard in our tiht or to-ht"

"You've heard it then, Middleton?" his master asked

"Why, surely, sir," the old man replied in surprise "Most weeks for the last ten years"

"Haven't you ever got up and gone out to see what it was?"