He ran to the door and threw it open. To his astonishment, there was no one there but young Ephraim Lloyd, who met his puzzled expression with an impudent leer. "Where's Mr. Wotherall?" Casson cried. "What's become of him?" The boy's countenance instantly underwent a change. "Mr. Wotherall!" he stammered. "What do you know of Mr. Wotherall?" "Know of him?" Casson retorted angrily. "That's my business. He was here a few seconds ago, and now I can see no trace of him. Where is he, I say?" By this time Mrs. Griffiths had deposited the beans on the kitchen table and joined the two at the door. "Take no notice of the gentleman," she said to Ephraim, "it's overwork. Been a-studying too hard. I've told him he must throw aside his books and letter-writing while he is here, and rest." "Do you mean to tell me," Casson said "that neither of you saw a man in a blazer pass here just now?" "Naw!" Ephraim drawled. "I ain't seen no one. There's no man in a blazer or in any other kind of thing anywhere about here. There's no man at all except yourself." "That's right!" Mrs. Griffiths chipped in. "I told the gentleman so, only he won't believe me." "I must have been dreaming, then," Casson replied reluctantly; "but, at all events, I am awake now, and should like my dinner, Mrs. Griffiths, as soon as you can get it." That ended the incident. Casson retreated to his parlour, and the other two, after mumbling for awhile in the hall, retired together to the kitchen. The rest of the day passed uneventfully, and, once again, Casson found himself, candle in hand, wending his way upstairs to bed. Just outside his door the same thing happened as on the previous night. He thought he saw someone standing there, and pulled himself up sharply to avoid a collision. Once inside his room he locked the door, and then looked everywhere to make sure no one was hiding. That preliminary over, he stood for a while by the window smoking, then undressed, and got into bed. Leaning on his elbow, he was about to blow out the candle, which was on the chair by his side, when there was a big puff and it was blown out for him. No thought of investigating this time entered Casson's mind; he dived deep under the bedclothes, and did not emerge till Mrs. Griffiths, almost thumping his door down, announced that his breakfast was on the table getting cold. After breakfast he went for a ramble in the fields, and as he had no desire to come in contact with Ephraim, towards whom he had taken a most violent dislike, he headed in a direction away from the stream. He had not gone many yards, however, when he heard a cat screaming as if in fearful pain. Thinking some dog had got hold of it and was worrying it to death, and being very fond of cats, Casson at once made for the sounds, and in an open space, within a few yards of the stream, came upon a spectacle that he felt he could never forget, even if he lived a thousand years.