Langton, Miss Moore, and I were in the drawing-room after
dinner. Some of us, certainly the last four, heard footsteps
overhead in No. 1, which is just now disused. I was lying on the
sofa, and could not get up quickly: but Mrs. W---- and Miss
Langton ran up at once, and found it empty and dark, and no one
about.

Later, about 10.30, we all five heard the clang noise with which
some of us are so familiar. The servants had gone to bed--or so
we presumed, as all lights were out, except on the upper floor.
It occurred four times. It is of course conceivable they may
have made it, but we do not hear it when we know them to be
about, and we do hear it when we know them not to be about.

The following quotation is from Miss Langton's private diary:--

"On the night of Wednesday, February 17th, I had a curious dream
or vision. I seemed to be standing outside the door of No. 4,
looking up the corridor to No. 2, when suddenly I saw a figure
with his back to the door of No. 2, and quite close to the door
which leads to No. 3. His face was quite distinct, and what
struck me most was the curious way in which his hair grew on his
temples. His eyes were very dark, keen, and deep-set; his face
was pale, and with a drawn, haggard expression. He looked about
thirty-nine years of age. His hair was dark and thick, and waved
back from his forehead, where it was slightly grey. It was a
most interesting and clever face, and one that would always, I
should think, attract attention. He was dressed in a long black
gown like a cassock, only with a short cape, barely reaching to
the elbows."