"Oh, yes, he went in a lingering sort of way, and I had to tie Jane up in case she'd fly on him. I didn't want that." "Why not?" said the coachman, dictatorially. "Tramps is tramps." Sarah pondered. "Well, cook and James, it's this way," she said, with some hesitation. "This murder of old Sir Simon--" Jerry pricked up his ears at this and looked more innocent than ever. "Go on," said the cook, wondering why Sarah stopped. "They said his grandson done it." "And that I'll never believe," cried James, pounding the table. "A noble young gentleman Mr. Bernard, and many a half-crown he's given me. He never did it, and even if he did, he's dead and gone." Sarah drew back from the table. "I really forgot that," she whimpered. "It must have been his ghost," and she threw her apron over her head. "What's that, Sarah? A ghost! There's no such thing. Whose ghost?" "Mr. Bernard's," said Sarah, looking scared, as she removed her apron. "Oh, to think I should have lived to see a ghost. Yes, you may all look, but that tramp, ragged and torn, was Mr. Gore. Don't I know him as well as I know myself?" "Sarah," said James, while the cook turned pale and Jerry listened more eagerly than ever, "you rave in a crazy way." "Oh, well, there's no knowing," cried Sarah, hysterically, "but the tramp was Mr. Gore, and I forgot he was dead. His ghost--it must have been his ghost. No wonder Jane wanted to fly at him." "Mr. Bernard's ghost wanting to see Miss Alice!" said cook. "Get along with you, Sarah! He must be alive. I don't believe all the papers say. Perhaps he wasn't drowned after all." "We must inquire into this," said James, magisterially and feeling for his glasses. "Oh, by the way"--he drew a dirty envelope out of his pocket--"here's something for you, young shaver." He threw it across to Jerry. "I was sitting in the kitchen in his lordship's castle and being waited on by a dark-eyed wench. I told her of us here and mentioned you. She said she knew you and asked me to give you that. And, to be sure, she would know you," added James, half to himself, "seeing Mrs. Moon is your grandmother, and a fine figure of a woman. But touching this here ghost----" Jerry rose from the table and retreated to a corner of the warm room to read his note. But he kept his ears open all the time to the coachman's investigation of Sarah's doings with the tramp. The note was from Victoria asking Jerry to come over and see her, and stating that there was a gentleman stopping at the castle. "There's something queer about him, Jerry, as he keeps himself very much to himself. Also he knows your whistle as you whistles to me, which is funny. Can't you come over and see me?" This, with all allowance for mis-spelling, was what Jerry deciphered. Then he thrust the note into his pocket and returned to the table. "He had an awful cough, this tramp," said Sarah. "Ghosts don't cough," remarked cook. "This one did awful, and he looked that pale and thin as never was."