how or when it vanished. Presently I was staring fixedly at an old tombstone, with a name and a date upon it; but the churchyard was empty." IX. Of my own accord I now reproduced my decanter of port-wine, and Calbot and I finished it before either of us spoke another word. What he was thinking of meanwhile I know not; for my part, I was endeavouring to put in order a number of disjointed ideas, imbibed at various epochs during this evening, whose logical arrangement, I was convinced, would go far towards elucidating much of the mystery. As to the positively supernatural part of Calbot's experience, of course I had no way of accounting for that; but I fancied there were materials at hand tolerably competent to raise a ghost, allowing such a thing as a ghost to be possible. "I am glad, Calbot," I began, "that you came to me. Your good sense--or instinct, perhaps--directed you aright. Do not despair: I should not be surprised were we to manage between us to discover that your happiness, so far from being at an end, was just on the point of establishing itself upon a trustworthy foundation." Calbot shook his head gloomily. "Well, well," resumed I, "let us see. In the first place--as regards that locket. It will perhaps surprise you to learn that I had heard of it before you came this evening--had read quite a minute description of it, in fact." "Where?" demanded my friend, raising his eyes. "That will appear later. I must first ask you whether, in the old family documents you spoke of, the personal appearance of this Archibald Armstrong was particularly delineated?" "I hardly know; I have no recollection of any especial passage--and yet I fancy it must have been given with some fulness; because when I saw the hobgoblin, its costume and aspect seemed curiously familiar." "And had I seen it, there is little doubt in my mind that I should have recognised it also." "Indeed!" exclaimed Calbot, sitting upright in his chair, "how happens that?" "Wait a moment, I am merely collecting evidence. Now, have you any reason to suppose that a connection of any sort--friendly, business, or other--subsisted between your unhappy ancestor and this Armstrong previous to the former's marriage?" "Do you mean whether he was under any obligations to Armstrong?" "Yes." "He may have been--but the idea is new to me. How----" "I am not done yet. Now, did it never occur to you--or, I should say, does it not seem probable--that the locket which you had found hidden away in your mother's jewel-box was in some way connected with the family tragedy you told me of?" "I have thought of it, Drayton; there is no difficulty in imagining such a thing; the trouble is, we haven't the slightest evidence of it."