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o do that trick.鈥?

鈥淲ell, sir, I was hypnotised like that鈥攑recisely like that. He beckoned and I 鏉窞瓒崇枟鎸夋懇浠蜂綅 followed.

鈥淪uddenly I saw a little door in the corner of the kitchen standing open鈥攁 door I had never noticed before. The shadowy vision backed towards it. Still I followed. Then he entered its portals. As I advanced he grew more and more transparent, and 鏉窞瓒虫荡娌瑰帇璁哄潧 finally melted away, and the heavy door shut upon him with a tremendous crash and rattle. The lamp fell from my trembling hand and was shattered to fragments on the stone floor. I was in pitch darkness鈥攕ilence reigned鈥擨 don鈥檛 remember how I got out to the light again.

鈥淣ext morning early I got in some workmen and took them down to the kitchen, direct to the

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corner where the door was through which the apparition vanished 鏉窞鍝佽尪蹇 the previous night.

鈥淶ounds, sir, there was no door there鈥攐nly the white plastered wall. I was dumbfoundered. 鈥楳rs Trombone,鈥?I said to the cook, 鈥榳here the 鏉窞spa鍝噷鍙互鍙?devil is that door gone?鈥欌€?

鈥溾€楾he door, sir,鈥?said the cook, 鈥榯here ain鈥檛 no door there that I ever saw.鈥?

鈥溾€楾rombone,鈥?I replied, 鈥榙on鈥檛 tell falsehoods鈥攜ou鈥檙e a fool.鈥?

鈥淚 made the men set to work and tear down the plaster and stuff, and, egad, sir, in an hour we 鏉窞澶滅綉spa found the door鈥攁 thick oak, nail studded, iron clamped old door. It took some time to force it open, and then down three steps we found ourselves in a chamber with mighty thick walls and with a flagged floor, about six feet square, lit by a small slit of a window.

鈥溾€楾ear up the flags,鈥?I said.

鈥淭hey did so, and there was only earth below.

鈥溾€楧ig down,鈥?I said, 鈥榙ig like thunder,鈥?

鈥淚n about an hour we came to a huge flag 鏉窞榫欏嚖璁哄潧瑗挎箹闃?with a ring in[26] it. Up it came, and below it was a dryly-built bottle-shaped well.

鈥淲e went down with lights. What do you think we found at the bottom of it?鈥?

鈥淧erhaps water,鈥?I suggested.

鈥淲ater be d?,鈥?said Captain Chester, 鈥渨e found the mouldering skeleton of a very tall man in a sitting posture. Beside him lay a large rosary and a stout oak cudgel鈥攖he rosary and cudgel I had seen in the phantom鈥檚 hands the 鏉窞钀у北澶滅綉 previous night. My friend, I had solved the problem鈥攖hat was the skeleton of the old Prior of Pittenweem who vanished in that house hundreds of years ago.鈥?
The True Tale of the Phantom Coach.
The great curtain had fallen after the pantomime, and I was standing chatting on the stage of the theatre at Cambridge when one of the stage men came to tell me I was wanted at the stage door and I must hurry up at once. Thither I 鏉窞姘寸枟spa浼氭墍鍏ㄥ proceeded, and found a lot of golfing boys, hunting boys, dramatic boys, and all sorts of other merry 鈥橵arsity boys, who shouted out 鈥淐ome along quick to the Blue Pig鈥?(the 鈥淏lue Pig鈥?is a Cambridge name for the Blue Boar Hotel), 鈥渨e want you to meet a fellow called Willie Carson, and there is to be supper, and he has something to tell us. The 鈥楤ogie Man鈥?has gone on there now, so come right away.鈥?

Well, off we went 鏉窞涓嶆瑙勭殑瓒虫荡搴楄繕鏈夊悧 to the Blue Boar Hotel, and we found Carson sitting over a blazing f