"Come to me at once.—H. G."
That was all it said, and Ferrars lost no time in obeying the summons.
"You may not see much in my news," Hilda said, as she closed the door upon intruders. "But I have got Peter's story out of him at last."
"The foolish boy? Ah, that is something after all, at least, I hope it will prove so. Well?"
"It was slow work, for the boy has been terribly frightened. His story is most absurd."
"No matter, tell it in your own way."
"He says still that he saw a ghost—a live ghost. That it arose out of the bushes and waved its arms at him. It was dressed 'all in white like big sheets,' Peter said, and its face was black, with white eyes. It spoke to him 'very low and awful,' and told him to lie down and put his face to the ground until it went back into its grave. If he looked, or even told that he had seen a ghost, the grave would open and swallow him too. Then it held up a 'shiny big knife' and he tumbled over in sheer fright. After a long time he began to crawl toward the road; and when he at last looked around and saw no ghost anywhere, he ran as fast as he could. I am afraid," Hilda added, "that you'll think as I do, that some of the school boys have played the poor child a trick, or else that he has
