“You've got an unwholesome mind,” said White, as they walked on. “This place is quite creepy enough without your remembering that. Now let's find a comfortable room and have a little nip of whiskey apiece and a pipe. How will this do?” He opened a door at the end of the passage and revealed a small square room. Meagle led the way with the candle, and, first melting a drop or two of tallow, stuck it on the mantelpiece. The others seated themselves on the floor and watched pleasantly as White drew from his pocket a small bottle of whiskey and a tin cup. “H'm! I've forgotten the water,” he exclaimed. “I'll soon get some,” said Meagle. He tugged violently at the bell-handle, and the rusty jangling of a bell sounded from a distant kitchen. He rang again. “Don't play the fool,” said Barnes roughly. Meagle laughed. “I only wanted to convince you,” he said kindly. “There ought to be, at any rate, one ghost in the servants' hall.” Barnes held up his hand for silence. “Yes?” said Meagle with a grin at the other two. “Is anybody coming?” “Suppose we drop this game and go back,” said Barnes suddenly. “I don't believe in spirits, but nerves are outside anybody's command. You may laugh as you like, but it really seemed to me that I heard a door open below and steps on the stairs.” His voice was drowned in a roar of laughter. “He is coming round,” said Meagle with a smirk. “By the time I have done with him he will be a confirmed believer. Well, who will go and get some water? Will you, Barnes?” “No,” was the reply. “If there is any it might not be safe to drink after all these years,” said Lester. “We must do without it.” Meagle nodded, and taking a seat on the floor held out his hand for the cup. Pipes were lit and the clean, wholesome smell of tobacco filled the room. White produced a pack of cards; talk and laughter rang through the room and died away reluctantly in distant corridors. “Empty rooms always delude me into the belief that I possess a deep voice,” said Meagle. “To-morrow——” He started up with a smothered exclamation as the light went out suddenly and something struck him on the head. The others sprang to their feet. Then Meagle laughed. “It's the candle,” he exclaimed. “I didn't stick it enough.” Barnes struck a match and relighting the candle stuck it on the mantelpiece, and sitting down took up his cards again. “What was I going to say?” said Meagle. “Oh, I know; to-morrow I——” “Listen!” said White, laying his hand on the other's sleeve. “Upon my word I really thought I heard a laugh.” “Look here!” said Barnes. “What do you say to going back? I've had enough of this. I keep fancying that I hear things too; sounds of something moving about in the passage outside. I know it's only fancy, but it's uncomfortable.” “You go if you want to,” said Meagle, “and we will play dummy. Or you might ask the tramp to take your hand for you, as you go downstairs.”