Now it appeared--and now looked round at him--and now-- The horror-stricken clerk uttered a scream that pierced the air, and cried, 'The ghost! The ghost!' Long before the echo of his cry had died away, another form rushed out into the light, flung itself upon the foremost one, knelt down upon its breast, and clutched its throat with both hands.
'Villain!' cried Mr Haredale, in a terrible voice--for it was he.

'Dead and buried, as all men supposed through your infernal arts, but reserved by Heaven for this--at last--at last I have you.

You, whose hands are red with my brother's blood, and that of his faithful servant, shed to conceal your own atrocious guilt--You, Rudge, double murderer and monster, I arrest you in the name of God, who has delivered you into my hands.No.Though you had the strength of twenty men,' he added, as the murderer writhed and struggled, you could not escape me or loosen my grasp to-night!'.