"On February 20th, at about 6.45 P.M., I visited the burn with Miss Freer and Miss Langton. I was very briefly conscious of the figure (_a_) on the bank of the burn, but saw no more till Miss Freer pointed to the hollow of a large tree, when I again saw (_b_). On each occasion of seeing (_b_) a curious sensation was noticeable, and I felt I was being looked at. On speaking afterwards to Miss Freer, I found her vision of the nun _under the tree_ to be the same as mine at (_b_), _i.e._ full face, as indeed Miss Freer had seen it on previous occasions. This is the second sketch I have drawn of the full face (_b_). The first I showed to Miss Freer, remarking to her, 'I have made the figure _too broad_' (being unaccustomed to drawing). 'Yes,' said Miss Freer, 'for the nun is very slight.'" It was seen at the same moment also by Miss Freer and Miss Langton. _February 21st, Sunday._--Again this morning we heard noises of pattering in No. 8, and Scamp got up and sat apparently watching something invisible to us, turning his head slowly as if following the movements of some person or thing across the room from west to east. During the night Miss Moore had heard footsteps crossing the room, as of an old or invalid man shuffling in slippers. We both heard a bang at the side of the room about 6.20, some time before any sounds of moving were heard from the servants above. The noise was muffled in quality, and had no resonance, and seemed to come from behind a small wardrobe on the east wall. The room (No. 7) on that side was unoccupied. [This bang was heard at other times in the same spot. Experiment showed that no noise made in No. 7 was audible in No. 8, not even hammering with a poker on the wall, which is curved at this point.] This morning, on coming out of church, I received a letter from Mr. F----, in which was the following passage:-- "... Miss H----, who slept, I believe, in the room occupied by you when I left, heard sounds of footsteps going round her room, footsteps with the most unmistakable limp in them. Shortly after she heard stories connected with the former owner, who used to go by the name of B----, an aged man [the Major]. She asked if he could be described. 'No,' said her informant; 'the only thing he could remember about him was that he had a most peculiar limp,' and he forthwith gave an exhibition, which tallied exactly with the limp around the bed."