Mabel went on, "the story got abroad that it was haunted. Wasn't it odd? A less likely place for a ghost I've never seen. Why, it had no atmosphere at all." She said this to Frances, glancing up at me with a smile that apparently had no hidden meaning. "Did you notice anything queer about it when you were there?" This was plainly addressed to me. "I found it--er--difficult to settle down to anything," I said, after an instant's hesitation. "I couldn't work there--" "But I thought you wrote that wonderful book on the Deaf and Blind while you stayed with me," she asked innocently. I stammered a little. "Oh no, not then. I only made a few notes--er--at The Towers. My mind, oddly enough, refused to produce at all down there. But--why do you ask? Did anything--was anything supposed to happen there?" She looked searchingly into my eyes a moment before she answered: "Not that I know of," she said simply. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Damned, by Algernon Blackwood