'Very good; but you won't work there, you know. My father will sit to you in his own apartments.'
'Oh, it isn't that; it's the fear of running away, like that gentleman three days ago.'
'Three days ago? What gentleman?' Mr. Ashmore asked.
'The one who got urgent letters at breakfast and fled by the 10.20. Did he stand more than one night?'
'I don't know what you are talking about. There was no such gentleman—three days ago.'
'Ah, so much the better,' said Lyon, nodding good-night and departing. He took his course, as he remembered it, with his wavering candle, and, though he encountered a great many gruesome objects, safely reached the passage out of which his room opened. In the complete darkness it seemed to stretch away still further, but he followed it, for the curiosity of the thing, to the end. He passed several doors with the name of the room painted upon them, but he found nothing else. He was tempted to try the last door—to look into the room of evil fame; but he reflected that this would be indiscreet, since Colonel Capadose handled the brush—as a raconteur—with such freedom. There might be a ghost and there might not; but the Colonel himself, he inclined to think, was the most mystifying figure in the house.
