"Well--well?" he said, as he grasped my hand. "Halifax, you have seen
it. I know you have by the expression of your face."

"Yes," I replied, "I have."

"How quietly you speak. Has not the horror of the thing seized you?"

"No," I said, with a brief laugh. "I told you yesterday that my nerves
were in tolerable order. I think my surmise was correct, and that the
apparition has tangible form and can be traced to its foundation."

An unbelieving look swept over Sir Henry's face.

"Ah," he said, "doctors are very hard to convince. Everything must be
brought down to a cold material level to satisfy them; but several
nights in that room would shatter even your nerves, my friend."

"You are quite right," I answered. "I should be very sorry to spend
several nights in that room. Now I will tell you briefly what occurred."

We were standing in the library. Sir Henry went to the door, locked it,
and put the key in his pocket.

"Can I come in?" said a voice outside.

The voice was Lady Studley's.

"In a minute, my darling," answered her husband. "I am engaged with
Halifax just at present."