beating like a hammer. When my head came 
above the landing I caught sight of the thing 
again. It was on a small table that stood 
before the one window of the room, and I could 
see it shake in the moonlight. In a moment 
it glided out of the window without a sound. 
“All over the loft I hunted and found noth- 
ing but a wooden box nailed against the wall, 
a moth-eaten chest, and a broken piece of a 
fishing rod. In time my courage came back. 
Then I began to think of my camera and to 
wish there had been a chance to use it. Soon 
it occurred to me that if the ghost returned may- 
be it would enter by the same window it went 
out of and might perhaps rest for a moment on 
the table. Anything was better than sitting 
still in that old, creaky chair, so I took the 
camera upstairs and arranged to set off my 
flash-light. 
“There I stood in that loft and waited ten 
or fifteen minutes, although it seemed to me it 
must have been as many hours. Suddenly the 
thing floated in through the window and settled 
on the table. Right behind it came another form 
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