Under the ruins were found the remains of the master grasping in each hand a large-sized drumstick.

Bubbles was never seen more.

It was supposed he escaped without his legs on to the roof, and they do say that every Christmas Eve he revisits Ferriby, and tries to get down the chimney in search of his lost legs." At the conclusion of this tragic story every one drew a long breath.
Jim Sparrow, it was clear, had swallowed it from beginning to end, and one or two others of the juniors looked as if they would have been more pleased had the event not been made to happen on Christmas Eve, of all nights.

But with these exceptions the whole thing seemed a very good joke, and greatly to the credit of Fergus's imagination.
"Oh, and I should say," added that doughty historian, as he poked up the fire into a blaze, "though it's not of much consequence, that this took place in this very house, they say in this very room.

Funny story, isn't it, Sparrow ?" Sparrow had not yet sufficiently recovered from his fright to reply, but it was evident by his looks he considered it anything but funny.
However, the talk soon veered round to other and more ordinary topics, in the midst of which, aided by the remnants of our feast, the spirits even of Jim Sparrow revived, so much so that by bedtime he was as cheerful as if he had never even heard the name of Bubbles.
Sub-Chapter II.
THE GHOST.
Mr Jolliffe appeared on the scene as usual at ten o'clock, and read prayers.