piper, after several confidential conversations and the
passage of a sum of silver into his sporran, displayed
an equally Delphic tendency.

The Baron, therefore, argued the present point no
longer.

"It is jost a mere ceremony," he said. "Ach, vell,
nozing vill happen. Zis ghost--vat is his name?"

"It is known as the Wraith of the Tulliwuddles.
The heir must interview it within a week of coming to
the Castle."

"Vere most I see him?"

"In the armory, at midnight. You bring one
friend, one candle, and wear a bonnet with one eagle's
feather in it. You enter at eleven and wait for an
hour--and, by the way, neither of you must speak
above a whisper."

"Pooh! Jost hombog!" said the Baron valiantly.
"I do not fear soch trash."

"When the Wraith appears----"

"My goot Bonker, he vill not gom!"

"Supposing he does come--and mind you, strange