She must speak to Jack. I suppose this is the sort of damned rubbish—”
“Oh! Ssh, Peter!” cried Miss Stanley. But as the next moment all
was profound darkness, Jack easily managed to break away from them. In a fit of despondency, superinduced
by drunkenness, he made away with himself; and when the body was discovered,
after a lapse of some months, such was the impression produced by the spectacle
—such the alarm occasioned by the crazy state of the building, and, above all, by
the terror inspired by strange and unearthly noises heard during the night, which
were, of course, attributed to the spirit of the suicide, that the place speedily
enjoyed the reputation of being haunted, and was, consequently, entirely
abandoned. He lit a cigarette and loitered
about. Mark you, she wasn’t the only one. ’
She dropped to her knees before her old nurse and hugged the workroughened hand with both her own, looking up into Martha’s face where slow
tears were tracing down her cheek. Then a roar of hisses. The candles—for McClintock never used oil in his dining room—were burning
low in the sconces.
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