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and must have heard, there was no 

 answer. 



" It would be a help, John." 



Still John was silent. 



When I looked inquiringly over my 

 left shoulder, it became evident that there 

 was something wrong. 



John, stalwart John, was motionless ; 

 his face had become so pallid that it 

 reflected what faint light there was ; the 

 eyes, fixed and staring, expressed some 

 indefinite fear. 



A school chum had used to be just 

 like that before falling and writhing and 

 foaming at the mouth. He had been 

 epileptic. Was it possible. . . . 



" It's a' richt, Sir," John whispered, as 

 if dreading to be overheard. "Excuse 

 me. But jist look ower your ither 

 shoulder." 



On looking as directed I saw that 

 John was in no need to be apologetic. 



A Spectre had entered upon the mirky 

 scene. It was standing, a little way up, 

 on the other side of the river. I would 



