Lord! Maybe it was him a-playing tricks, though it ain't like him," cried Bessy, Lillian's little maid.
"No, it can't be him, for I locked him in myself.

He walks in his sleep sometimes, and I was afraid he'd startle my lady.

Let him sleep; this would only excite him and set him to marching again.

Follow me, Bedford and James, I'm not afraid of ghosts or rogues." With a face that belied her words Hester led the way to the awful room, and flinging back the curtain resolutely looked in.

The bed was empty, but on the pillow was plainly visible the mark of a head and a single scarlet stain, as of blood.