the
lane into the high road.
"Go away!" she cried; "we have no beds fit for gentlemen at the Castle
Inn. Go! go!" she continued, and she pointed up the winding road. Her
eyes were now blazing in her head, but I noticed that her lips trembled,
and that very little would cause her to burst into tears.
"But I am tired and footsore," I answered. "I should like to put up at the
inn for the night."
"Don't!" she repeated; "they'll put you into a room with a ghost. Don't
go; 'tain't a place for gentlemen." Here she burst not into tears, but into
a fit of high, shrill, almost idiotic laughter. She suddenly clapped one of
her hands to her forehead, and, turning, flew almost as fast as the wind
down the narrow lane and out of sight.
I followed her quickly. I did not believe that the girl was quite as mad
as she seemed, but I had little doubt that she had something
extraordinary weighing on her mind.
At the next turn I came in view of the inn. It was a queer-looking old
place, and I stopped for a moment to look at it.
The house was entirely built of stone. There were two storeys to the
centre part, which was square, and at the four corners stood four round
towers. The house was built right on the river, just below a large
mill-pond. I walked up to the door and pounded on it with my stick. It
was shut, and looked as inhospitable as the rest of the place. After a
moment's delay it was opened two or three inches, and the surly face of
an old woman peeped out.
"And what may you be wanting?" she asked.
"A bed for the night," I replied; "can you accommodate me?"
She glanced suspiciously first at me and then at my camera.
"You are an artist, I make no doubt," she said, "and we don't want no
more of them here."
She was about to slam the door in my face, but I pushed my foot
between it and the lintel.
"I am easily pleased," I said; "can you not give me some sort of bed for
the night?"
"You had best have nothing to do with us," she answered. "You go off
to Harkhurst; they can put you up at the Crown and Thistle."
"I have just come from there," I answered. "As a matter of fact, I could
not walk another mile."
"We don't want visitors at the Castle Inn," she continued. Here she
peered forward and looked into my face. "You had best be off," she
repeated; "they say the place is haunted."
I uttered a laugh.
"You don't expect me to believe that?" I said. She glanced at me from
head to foot. Her face was ominously grave.
"You had best know all, sir," she said, after a pause. "Something
happens in this house, and no living soul knows what it is, for they who
have seen it have never yet survived to tell the tale. It's not more than a
week back that a young gentleman came here. He was like you, bold as
brass, and he too wanted a bed, and would take no denial. I told him
plain, and so did my man, that the place was haunted. He didn't mind
no more than you mind. Well, he slept in the only room we have got for
guests, and he--he died there."
"What did he die of?" I asked.
"Fright," was the answer, brief and laconic. "Now do you want to come
or not?"
"Yes; I don't believe in ghosts. I want the bed, and I am determined to
have it."
The woman flung the door wide open.
"Don't say as I ain't warned you," she cried. "Come in, if you must."
She led me into the kitchen, where a fire burned sullenly on the hearth.
"Sit you down, and I'll send for Bindloss," she said. "I can only promise
to give you a bed if Bindloss agrees. Liz, come along here this minute."
A quick young step was heard in the passage, and the pretty girl whom
I had seen at the top of the lane entered. Her eyes sought my face, her
lips moved as if to say something, but no sound issued from them.
"Go and find your grandad," said the old woman. "Tell him there is a
gentleman here that wants a bed. Ask him what's to be done."
The girl favoured me with a long and peculiar glance, then turning on
her heel she left the room. As soon as she did so the old woman peered
forward and looked curiously at me.
"I'm sorry you are staying," she said; "don't forget as I warned you.
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