"Why, a truly haunted house wasn't a patch on
it! If this place hasn't got a ghost, well then I'll eat my hat! I could
fairly hear 'em, dozens and dozens of them, clinking and clanking all
over the place. And if you could see my room! I sleep in a four-poster as
big as a suburban villa, and every now and again the furniture gives a
comfy little crack or two, like someone practising with a pistol, just to
remind me that my great-great-great-grandmother's ghost is sitting in the
wardrobe and watching over me with true great-etc.-grandmotherly
conscientiousness.... I say, do you ride? There ought to be some rippin'
rides round here, if my memory doesn't fail me."
She nodded, and the conversation took a turn that Sir Nigel found more
than pleasant, and the time passed most agreeably.
Merriton, only anxious to entertain his guests, suddenly exploded the
bomb which shattered that afternoon's enjoyment for all three of them.
"By the way," he remarked, "last night, while I was lying awake I saw
a lot of funny flames dancing up and down upon the horizon.
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