At breakfast Colonel Hampshire and his wife asked if anything had
happened in the night, as they had been much disturbed by noises
overhead, to which Lynton replied that I had not been very well, and had
an attack of cramp, and that he had been upstairs to look after me. From
his manner I could see that he wished me to be silent, and I said
nothing accordingly.
In the afternoon, when everyone had gone out, Sir Francis took me into
his snuggery and said: "Halifax, I am very sorry about that matter last
night. It is quite true, as my brother said, that steps have been heard
about this house, but I never gave heed to such things, putting all
noises down to rats. But after your experiences I feel that it is due to
you to tell you something, and also to make to you an explanation. There
is--there was--no one in the room at the end of the corridor, except the
skeleton that was discovered in the chalk-pit when you were here many
years ago. I confess I had not paid much heed to it. My archæological
fancies passed; I had no visits from anthropologists; the bones and
skull were never shown to experts, but remained packed in a chest in
that lumber-room. I confess I ought to have buried them, having no more
scientific use for them, but I did not--on my word, I forgot all about
them, or, at least, gave no heed to them. However, what you have gone
through, and have described to me, has made me uneasy, and has also
given me a suspicion that I can account for that body in a manner that
had never occurred to me before."
After a pause, he added: "What I am going to tell you is known to no one
else, and must not be mentioned by you--anyhow, in my lifetime, You know
now that, owing to the death of my father when quite young, I and my
brother and sister were brought up here with our grandfather, Sir
Richard. He was an old, imperious, short-tempered man. I will tell you
what I have made out of a matter that was a mystery for long, and I will
tell you afterwards how I came to unravel it. My grandfather was in the
habit of going out at night with a young under-keeper, of whom he was
very fond, to look after the game and see if any poachers, whom he
regarded as his natural enemies, were about.
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