to meet! All her conversation during the long days would be around
her earthly wrongs. The other ghosts, in all probability, would have
heard about that husband of hers, what he said, and what he did, till
they were sick of the subject. A newcomer would be seized upon with
avidity.

A lady of repute writes to a magazine that she once occupied for a
season a wainscotted room in an old manor house. On several
occasions she awoke in the night: each time to witness the same
ghostly performance. Four gentlemen sat round a table playing cards.
Suddenly one of them sprang to his feet and plunged a dagger into the
back of his partner. The lady does not say so: one presumes it was
his partner. I have, myself, when playing bridge, seen an expression
on my partner's face that said quite plainly:

"I would like to murder you."

I have not the memory for bridge. I forget who it was that, last
trick but seven, played the two of clubs. I thought it was he, my
partner. I thought it meant that I was to take an early opportunity
of forcing trumps. I don't know why I thought so, I try to explain
why I thought so. It sounds a silly argument even to myself; I feel
I have not got it quite right. Added to which it was not my partner
who played the two of clubs, it was Dummy. If I had only remembered
this, and had concluded from it--as I ought to have done--that my
partner had the ace of diamonds--as otherwise why did he pass my
knave?--we might have saved the odd trick. I have not the head for
bridge. It is only an ordinary head--mine. I have no business to
play bridge.