Detective and mystery stories; Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction; Police -- England -- Fiction
‘I need hardly say I was delighted, and I went to the Club to get a
boat, intending to be down at the Old Ferry in good time. But there
was a delay in getting the boat I wanted, and in spite of rowing hard
it was a little past the hour when I reached the place. There was no
one there, but I had not waited more than five or ten minutes when a
girl came walking up. It was getting dusk, and I thought at first it
was Miss Drew’s sister, but when she got nearer I saw she was a
stranger. She was below medium height, dark, and badly dressed, with a
thin muffler up round her face, as if she had toothache. I could not
see her features distinctly, though I think I should know her again.
She asked me if I was Mr Austin Ponson.
‘“I am Mrs Franklyn’s housemaid,” she said, “and I was sent to give
you this note.”
‘It was a pencil scrawl from Miss Drew, saying that she and her sister
had gone with Tom and Evelyn Franklyn, the two younger members of the
family, to the Abbey, where the ghost was reported to be abroad. I was
to follow, and the girl, Mrs Franklyn’s housemaid, would watch the
boat till we returned.
‘The Abbey, I should explain, is an old ruin, a little farther away
than Mrs Franklyn’s house—about two miles from the town. It is reached
by a narrow and little used path from the London road, perhaps half a
mile or less long. According to the local tradition it is haunted, and
every now and then the ghost is supposed to walk. I don’t know the
exact details of the superstition, but as the place is interesting,
and the walk there pleasant enough, to look for the ghost is often
made the joking excuse for paying the old place an evening visit.
‘“You will watch the boat till I come back?” I said to the maid, and
she answered:
‘“Yes sir, Mrs Franklyn told me so.”
‘I set off to walk the mile or more to the Abbey, reaching it in about
twenty minutes. I was a little surprised by the whole business, for
though the Abbey would have been a likely enough walk for Miss Drew
and the others to take under ordinary circumstances, the path that
night was a good deal wetter and muddier than I thought any of the
ladies would have cared for. As you know, the weather only cleared up
that morning after a long spell of rain. However, I pressed on till I
reached the Abbey. Inspector, there was no one there!
‘I searched the whole place, and called aloud, but not a creature did
I find. Quite mystified, and a good deal annoyed, I turned and hurried
back.
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