Night 1: Unearthly lights shining up through the house, waking the family. Disappeared as one and all came creeping out into the hall. Night 2: The same, followed by deep groans. Children waked and shrieked. Night 3: Nothing. Night 4: Lights, groans and strange shadows on the walls and ceilings of the various hallways. Family give notice the next day, but do not leave for a week, owing to sickness. No manifestations while doctor and nurses are in the house. House stands vacant for three months. Bess offers to remain in it as caretaker, but her offer is refused. Police investigate. An amusing farce. One of them saw something and could not be laughed out of it by his fellows. But the general report was unsatisfactory. The mistake was the employment of Irishmen in a task involving superstition. Fourth tenant: Mr. Weston and family. Remain three weeks. Leaves suddenly because the nurse encountered something moving about in the lower hall one night when she went down to the kitchen to procure hot water for a sick child. Bess again offered her services, but the family would not stay under any circumstances. Another long period without tenant. Mr. Searles tries a night in the empty house. Sits and dozes in library till two. Wakes suddenly. Door he has tightly shut is standing open. He feels the draft. Turns on light from dark lantern. Something is there--a shape--he can not otherwise describe it. As he stares at it, it vanishes through doorway. He rushes for it; finds nothing. The hall is empty; so is the whole house. This finished the report. “So Mr. Searles has had his own experiences of these Mysteries!” I exclaimed. “As you see. Perhaps that is why he is so touchy on the subject.” “Did he ever give you any fuller account of his experience than is detailed here?” “No; he won’t talk about it.” “He tried to let the house, however.” “Yes, but he did not succeed for a long time. Finally the mayor took it.” Refolding the paper, I handed it back to Mr. Robinson. I had its contents well in mind. “There is one fact to which I should like to call your attention,” said I. “The manifestations, as here recorded, have all taken place in the lower part of the house. I should have had more faith in them, if they had occurred above stairs. There are no outlets through the roof.” “Nor any visible ones below. At least no visible one was ever found open.” “What about the woman, Bess?” I asked. “How do you account for her persistency in clinging to a place her employers invariably fled from? She seems to have been always on hand with an offer of her services.”