I am astonished that a woman of your sense should believe in such rubbish." "Wiser people than I have faith in ghosts," retorted the landlady obstinately.

"Haven't you heard of the haunted house in a West End square, where a man and a dog were found dead in the morning, with a valet as gibbered awful ever afterwards ?" "Pooh! Pooh! That's a story of Bulwer Lytton's." "It is not, Mr.Denzil--it's a fact.

You can see the very house in the square for yourself, and No.

13 is just such another." "Nonsense! Why, I'd sleep in No.

13 to-morrow night, just to prove that your ghostly fears are all moonshine." Miss Greeb uttered a screech of alarm.