I stood and watched. I wondered afterwards at my own courage, if courage it was. It was the shadow of a small man, I felt sure. The head seemed large in proportion, and--yes--it--the original of the shadow--was evidently covered by an antique wig. Half mechanically I glanced round--as if in search of the material body that _must_ be there. But no; there was nothing, literally _nothing_, that could throw this extraordinary shadow. Of this I was instantly convinced; and here I may as well say once for all, that never was it maintained by any one, however previously sceptical, who had fully witnessed the whole, that it could be accounted for by ordinary, or, as people say, "natural" causes. There was this peculiarity at least about our ghost. Though I had fast hold of his hand, I had almost forgotten Dormy--I seemed in a trance. Suddenly he spoke, though in a whisper. "You see it, sister, I know you do," he said. "Wait, wait a minute, dear," I managed to reply in the same tone, though I could not have explained why I waited. Dormer had said that after a time--after the ghastly and apparently fruitless _feeling_ all over the door--"it"--"went out". I think it was this that I was waiting for. It was not quite as he had said. The door was in the extreme corner of the wall, the hinges almost in the angle, and as the shadow began to move on again, it _looked_ as if it disappeared; but no, it was only fainter. My eyes, preternaturally sharpened by my intense gaze, still saw it, working its way round the corner, as assuredly no _shadow_ in the real sense of the word ever did nor could do. I realised this, and the sense of horror grew all but intolerable; yet I stood still, clasping the cold little hand in mine tighter and tighter. And an instinct of protection of the child gave me strength. Besides, it was coming on so quickly--we could not have escaped--it was coming, nay, it _was behind_ us. "Leila!" gasped Dormy, "the cold--you feel it now?" Yes, truly--like no icy breath that I had ever felt before was that momentary but horrible thrill of utter cold. If it had lasted another second I think it would have killed us both. But, mercifully, it passed, in far less time than it has taken me to tell it, and then we seemed in some strange way to be released. "Open your eyes, Dormy," I said, "you won't see anything, I promise you. I want to rush across to the dining-room." He obeyed me. I felt there was time to escape before that awful presence would again have arrived at the dining-room door, though it was _coming_--ah, yes, it was coming, steadily pursuing its ghastly round. And, alas! the dining-room door was closed. But I kept my nerve to some extent. I turned the handle without over much trembling, and in another moment, the door shut and locked behind us, we stood in safety, looking at each other, in the bright cheerful room we had left so short a time ago. _Was_ it so short a time? I said to myself. It seemed hours!