Forbes got one early last term." "Do you really mean-- ?" began Dick.
"I mean," said Cresswell, interrupting him, and evidently not enjoying the topic, "I mean that nobody knows who writes the letters, or why.
It's been a mystery ever since I came here, three years ago.

It happens sometimes twice or thrice a term; and other times perhaps only once in six months." "What had Heathcote better do ?" asked Dick, feeling anything but reassured.
"Do! He'd better read the letter.

There's no use going and flourishing it all round the school." With this small grain of advice Dick betook himself to his friend, and succeeded in making him more than ever uncomfortable and perplexed.

Nor was his perplexity made less when, during the next few days, it leaked out somehow, and spread all over Templeton, that Heathcote had had a letter from the ghost.
Interviewers waited on him from all quarters.

Seniors cross-examined him, Fifth-form fellows tried to coax the letter out of him, and the Den called upon him, under threats of "Rule 5," to make a full disclosure of what had befallen him.