"Ach, vell, nozing vill happen.
Zis ghost--vat is his name ?" "It is known as the Wraith of the Tulliwuddles.

The heir must interview it within a week of coming to the Castle." "Vere most I see him ?" "In the armory, at midnight.

You bring one friend, one candle, and wear a bonnet with one eagle's feather in it.

You enter at eleven and wait for an hour--and, by the way, neither of you must speak above a whisper." "Pooh! Jost hombog!" said the Baron valiantly.

"I do not fear soch trash." "When the Wraith appears----" "My goot Bonker, he vill not gom!" "Supposing he does come--and mind you, strange things happen in these old buildings, particularly in the Highlands, and after dinner; if he comes, Baron, you must ask him three questions." The Baron laughed scornfully.
"If I see a ghost I vill ask him many interesting questions--if he does feel cold, and sochlike, eh?
Ha, ha!" With an imperturbable gravity that was not without its effect upon the other, however gaily he might talk, Bunker continued, "The three questions are: first, 'What art thou ?' second, 'Why comest thou here, O spirit ?' third, 'What instructions desirest thou to give me ?' Strictly speaking, they ought to be asked in Gaelic, but exceptions have been made on former occasions, and Mac-Dui--who pipes, by the way, in the anteroom--assures me that English will satisfy the Wraith in your case." The Baron sniffed and laughed, and twirled up the ends of his mustaches till they presented a particularly desperate appearance.