Are you going to the inquest ?' said Gamble; and, on a sudden, stopped short, with a look of great fear, and a little beckon of his hand forward, as if he had seen something.
There was that in Gamble's change of countenance which startled Toole, who, seeing that his glance was directed through an open door at the other end of the room, skipped from his chair and peeped through it.
There was nothing, however, visible but a tenebrose and empty passage.
'What did you see--eh?
What frightens you ?' said Toole.

'One would think you saw Nutter--like--like.' Gamble looked horribly perturbed at these words.
'Shut it,' said he, nearing the door, on which Toole's hand rested.
Toole took another peep, and did so.
'Why, there's nothing there--like--like the women down at the Mills there,' continued the doctor.
'What about the women ?' enquired Gamble, not seeming to know very well what he was saying, agitated still--perhaps, intending to keep Toole talking.
'Why, the women--the maids, you know--poor Nutter's servants, down at the Mills.

They swear he walks the house, and they'll have it they saw him last night.' 'Pish! Sir--'tis all conceit and vapours--women's fancies--a plague o' them all.

And where's poor Mrs.Nutter ?' said Gamble, clapping on his cocked-hat, and taking his cane, and stuffing two or three bundles of law papers into his coat pockets.
'At home--at the Mills.

She slept at the village and so missed the ghost.