"Not for the present, Mr. Vane," Sir Eldred said. "I must, first of
all, express my deep sense of gratitude to you for the clever way in
which you have managed to frustrate the plot to take my life. You have
captured one villain; it now remains to deal with these scoundrels
here. I wish to goodness my cousin had not been involved in it. I
suppose, by the way, there is no doubt that this George Mansfield is my
cousin?"
"I fear none whatever," Vane said. "I called at his rooms when I knew
he was out, and found documents there which fully established his
identity. I'm afraid you must prosecute him with the others."
But Sir Eldred, fortunately, was spared that degradation; for hardly
had Vane finished speaking when one of the C.I.D. men arrived at the
house and informed us that George Mansfield was no more. He had evaded
justice by swallowing a poisonous lozenge which he had secreted in his
handkerchief.
The Parrys were let go; the law does not acknowledge the superphysical,
and Sir Eldred recognised the futility of prosecuting them. They
eventually went to Canada and were heard of no more. The Caspar
Beeches, however, had got a sinister name; no tradespeople would
venture within its grounds after dusk, and no servants would stay
there. Sir Eldred himself lived in a constant state of fear, and
confided in me that he frequently heard strange noises--doors opening
and shutting of their own accord, and soft, inexplicable footsteps.
Eventually the house was shut up, and, although it has since been
periodically occupied, no one ever cares to remain in it for long.
When once invoked, it seems that spirits, especially evil ones, have
an unpleasant habit of clinging to a person or place, and, in spite of
what some people assert, can seldom, if ever, be laid.
CHAPTER XII
THE STEPPING-STONES
Between Coalbrookdale and the Wrekin, in a charmingly wooded valley,
flows a stream crossed by seven stepping-stones, and on one bank of the
stream are the ruins of what was once a farmhouse. People shun the spot
at night, and tell strange tales of the uncanny things that are seen
there.
The following narrative may very possibly afford an explanation of the
alleged hauntings.
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