F----," said I, "you remember in Germany how disappointed we were at not finding a ghost in that old castle, which was said to be haunted by a headless apparition? Well, I have heard of a house in London which, I have reason to hope, is decidedly haunted.I mean to sleep there to-night.From what I hear, there is no doubt that something will allow itself to be seen or to be heard,--something, perhaps, excessively horrible.Do you think if I take you with me, I may rely on your presence of mind, whatever may happen?""Oh, sir, pray trust me," answered F----, grinning with delight.
"Very well; then here are the keys of the house,--this is the address.Go now,--select for me any bedroom you please; and since the house has not been inhabited for weeks, make up a good fire, air the bed well,--see, of course, that there are candles as well as fuel.Take with you my revolver and my dagger,--so much for my weapons; arm yourself equally well; and if we are not a match for a dozen ghosts, we shall be but a sorry couple of Englishmen.
I was engaged for the rest of the day on business so urgent that Ihad not leisure to think much on the nocturnal adventure to which Ihad plighted my honor.I dined alone, and very late, and while dining, read, as is my habit.I selected one of the volumes of Macaulay's Essays.I thought to myself that I would take the book with me; there was so much of healthfulness in the style, and practical life in the subjects, that it would serve as an antidote against the influences of superstitious fancy.
Accordingly, about half-past nine, I put the book into my pocket, and strolled leisurely toward the haunted house.I took with me a favorite dog: an exceedingly sharp, bold, and vigilant bull terrier,--a dog fond of prowling about strange, ghostly corners and passages at night in search of rats; a dog of dogs for a ghost.
I reached the house, knocked, and my servant opened with a cheerful smile.
We did not stay long in the drawing-rooms,--in fact, they felt so damp and so chilly that I was glad to get to the fire upstairs.We locked the doors of the drawing-rooms,--a precaution which, Ishould observe, we had taken with all the rooms we had searched below.The bedroom my servant had selected for me was the best on the floor,--a large one, with two windows fronting the street.The four-posted bed, which took up no inconsiderable space, was opposite to the fire, which burned clear and bright; a door in the wall to the left, between the bed and the window, communicated with the room which my servant appropriated to himself.This last was a small room with a sofa bed, and had no communication with the landing place,--no other door but that which conducted to the bedroom I was to occupy.On either side of my fireplace was a cupboard without locks, flush with the wall, and covered with the same dull-brown paper.We examined these cupboards,--only hooks to suspend female dresses, nothing else; we sounded the walls,--evidently solid, the outer walls of the building.Having finished the survey of these apartments, warmed myself a few moments, and lighted my cigar, I then, still accompanied by F----, went forth to complete my reconnoiter.In the landing place there was another door; it was closed firmly."Sir," said my servant, in surprise, "I unlocked this door with all the others when I first came; it cannot have got locked from the inside, for--"Before he had finished his sentence, the door, which neither of us then was touching, opened quietly of itself.We looked at each other a single instant.The same thought seized both,--some human agency might be detected here.I rushed in first, my servant followed.A small, blank, dreary room without furniture; a few empty boxes and hampers in a corner; a small window; the shutters closed; not even a fireplace; no other door but that by which we had entered; no carpet on the floor, and the floor seemed very old, uneven, worm-eaten, mended here and there, as was shown by the whiter patches on the wood; but no living being, and no visible place in which a living being could have hidden.As we stood gazing round, the door by which we had entered closed as quietly as it had before opened; we were imprisoned.
For the first time I felt a creep of indefinable horror.Not so my servant."Why, they don't think to trap us, sir; I could break that trumpery door with a kick of my foot.""Try first if it will open to your hand," said I, shaking off the vague apprehension that had seized me, "while I unclose the shutters and see what is without."I unbarred the shutters,--the window looked on the little back yard I have before described; there was no ledge without,--nothing to break the sheer descent of the wall.No man getting out of that window would have found any footing till he had fallen on the stones below.
