It was pretty dark outside, but there was a faint glimmer of starlight.
"Whoa, Jennie Loo; whoa!" I heard Rad's voice scarcely above a whisper, and I saw the outline of the cart plainly with Rad driving, and either some person or some large bundle on the seat beside him.

It was on the side farthest from me, and was too vague to be distinguished.

He made a wide detour of the house across the grass, and struck the driveway at the foot of the lawn; the reason for this manoeuvre was evident--the gravel drive from the stables passed directly under the Colonel's window.

I went back to bed half worried, half relieved.

I strongly suspected that this was the end of the ghost; but I could not help puzzling over the part that Radnor had played in the little comedy--if comedy it were.