Considering Luke Macintosh was so great a coward that he would not go through the Ravine after nightfall, this was not much from him. Neither had his conscience been quite easy since David's death: as it may be said that he, through refusing at the last moment to sleep in the house, had in a degree been the remote cause of it. His account was this: Passing the Willow Cottage on his way from North Crabb, he happened to look up at the end window, and saw David standing there all in white in the moonlight. "I never see nothing plainer in all my born days, never," gasped Luke. "His poor little face hadn't no more colour in it nor chalk. Drat them ghosts and goblins, then! What does they come and show theirselves to decent folk for?" He was trembling just as Miss Timmens, some three hours before, had described Harriet Roe to have trembled. An idea flashed into my mind. "Now, Luke, just you confess--who is it that has put this into your head?" I asked. But Luke only stared at me: he seemed unable to understand. "Some one has been telling you this to-night at North Crabb?" "Telling me what, Master Ludlow?" "That David Garth is haunting the cottage. It is what people are saying, Tom," I added to Coney. "Then, Master Johnny, I never heered a blessed syllable on't," he replied; and so earnestly that it was not possible to doubt him. "Nobody have said nothing to me. For the matter o' that, I didn't stop to talk to a soul, but just put Molly's letter in the window slit--which was what I went for--and turned back again. I wish the woman had ha' been skinned afore she'd got me to go off to the post for her to-night. Plague on me, to have took the way past the cottage! as if the road warn't good enough to ha' served me!--and a sight straighter!" "Were there lights in the cottage, Luke?" asked Coney. "Did you see the Roes about?" "There warn't no more sign o' light or life a-nigh the place, Mr. Tom, no more nor if they'd all been dead and buried inside it." "It is shut up, Tom," I said. "Roe and his wife are away." "Lawk a mercy!--not a living creature in it but the ghost!" quaked Luke. As I have said, this was not much from Luke, taking what he was into consideration; but it was to be confirmed by others. One of the Coneys' maid-servants came along, as we stood there, on her way from North Crabb. A sensible, respectable woman, with no nonsense about her in general; but she looked almost as scared as Luke now. "You don't mean to say _you_ have seen it, Dinah?" cried Tom, staring at her. "Yes, I have, sir." "What! seen David Garth?" "Well, I suppose it was him. It was something at the window, in white, that looked like him, Mr. Tom." "Did you go on purpose to look for it, Dinah?" asked Tom ironically.