"Anything else?"  he inquired, in a husky voice. 

     "A figure in white," said Mr. Farrer, "with long waving arms, hopping about like a frog. I don't suppose you believe me, but if you come to-night perhaps you'll see it yourself. It's very interesting. 

     "Wer—weren't you frightened?"  inquired the staring Mrs. Ward. 

     Mr. Farrer shook his head.  "It would take more than that to frighten me," he said, simply.  "I should be ashamed of myself to be afraid of a poor thing like that. It couldn't do me any harm." 

     "Did you see its face?"  inquired Mrs. Ward, nervously. 

     Mr. Farrer shook his head. 

     "What sort of a body had it got?"  said her daughter. 

     "So far as I could see, very good," said Mr. Farrer.  "Very good figure     —not tall, but well made." 

     An incredible suspicion that had been forming in the sergeant-major's mind began to take shape.  "Did you see anything else?"  he asked, sharply. 

     "One more," said Mr. Farrer, regarding him pleasantly.  "One I call the Running Ghost." 

     "Run—" began the sergeant-major, and stopped suddenly. 

     "It came in at the front gate," pursued Mr. Farrer.  "A tall, well-knit figure of martial bearing—much about your height, Mr. Ward—with a beautiful filmy white robe down to its knees—" 

     He broke off in mild surprise, and stood gazing at Miss Ward, who, with her handkerchief to her mouth, was rocking helplessly in her chair. 

     "Knees," he repeated, quietly.  "It came slowly down the path, and half way to the house it stopped, and in a frightened sort of voice called out my name. I was surprised, naturally, but before I could get to it—to reassure it—" 

     "That'll do," said the sergeant-major, rising hastily and drawing himself up to his full height. 

     "You asked me," said Mr. Farrer, in an aggrieved voice. 

     "I know I did," said the sergeant-major, breathing heavily.  "I know I did; but if I sit here listening to any more of your lies I 

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