has a door in it, which the other had not. Perhaps the door is to keep

the ghost in"--his laugh sounded hollow, and like a mocking challenge

along the dark roof--"for this is the part she is supposed to walk in.

But so much for the door! The money-lenders have not left us a door that

will stand a good kick. You may find our old doors in Wardour Street."

As he spoke, he set foot against the makeshift door, and away it went,

as he had predicted. Crashing on the steps as it fell, it turned over,

and a great splash arose at the bottom.

"Why, bless my heart, there is a flood of water there!" cried Stubbard,

peeping timidly down the steps, on which (if the light had been clear,

and that of his mind in the same condition) he might have seen the marks

of his own boots. "A flood of water, perhaps six feet deep! I could

scarcely have believed, but for that and the door, that these were not

the very vaults that we have examined. But what business has the water

there?"

"No business at all, any more than we have," Carne answered, with some

rudeness, for it did not suit him to encourage too warmly the friendship

of Captain Stubbard; "but I told you that the place becomes covered with

water whenever the ghost intends to walk. Probably there is not more

than a foot of water"--there was in fact about three inches--"and as you

are bound to carry out your duty--"

"My dear sir, I am satisfied, perfectly satisfied. Who could keep

gunpowder under water, or even in a flooded cellar? I shall have the

greatest pleasure in reporting that I searched Carne Castle--not of

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