Puzzled by these mysteries, they reascended to the room, passed through, and immediately descended to arouse the janitor, and see if he could give any clue to the adventure. The janitor inquired of them if they could describe the appearance. Yes; and they did so; for they had had a full and accurate view of his face, of his dress, and of his height. “Then,” said the janitor, “it was a ghost. That man was the husband of the woman you had upon the table. I buried them both, and knew them well, and he answers exactly to your description.” The doctor, when questioned by us, said the figure was that of a tall man, dressed in ordinary clothes (I forget, now, whether he gave us a full description or not, but rather think he did not), with a very severe and stern face, and kept his eyes fixed upon the corpse, one hand upraised and pointing to it, conveying the impression to his mind of an order not to touch it,—a gesture of rebuke, or a motion to forbid. The doctor and his friend went back to the vestibule of the dissecting-room, resumed their outer-garments, and retired. The janitor fulfilled the doctor’s order, which was to remove and rebury the body, and find him the body of a woman whose husband would not interfere with his professional occupations. Now, here is a true ghost story, if there ever was one. _Two persons_ saw the apparition, and a third party verified it. The moral is plain enough. The husband was there to prevent the disgusting mutilation of his wife’s body, and his purpose was accomplished.