arlyon's garden, mam, and it dissolved itself so
quick----"

"Tut!" exclaimed Mrs. Agatha,

"Tut is very well, mam, and--vastly fetching as you say it but none the
less----"

"Ha' done Sergeant and let me think!  Tell me, the night you went
ghost-seeking did you catch ever a one--a man, say?"

"Aye, I did so, mam--one o' these London sparks and very fierce he were
too!"

"Which one?  What like was he!"  With the aid of the shears Sergeant
Zebedee described the trespasser very fully as regards face, costume
and behaviour.

"That," said Mrs. Agatha, nodding her pretty head, "that should be Mr.
Dalroyd--

"Zounds!" exclaimed the Sergeant, "how d'ye know this, mam?"

"Well, Sergeant, I do chance to have eyes, also ears and I do use 'em.
This fine gentleman was your ghost t'other night, I'll swear."

"But what o' the hoofs and horns, mam, what o' the stink o' brimstone?"

"Have you seen ever a one yourself, Sergeant, or smelt the brimstone?"

"No mam, but Roger Bent has."

"Fiddlededee again, Sergeant!"

"Eh mam?"

"Roger Bent would see or smell anything.  The question is what was Mr.
Dalroyd after?  Since you can't find out--I will."

"As how, mam?"

"By wagging my tongue, Sergeant."

"At--who, mam?"

"Well, to begin with there is his solemn servant, Mr. Joseph----"

The Sergeant swore fiercely.

"No mam," said he frowning, "not him nor any like him.  He aren't fit
for you to walk on--'twould dirty your pretty shoes----"

"But I don't mean to walk on him, nor spoil my shoes."

"Then don't hold no truck with him, mam--if you do----" the Sergeant
set his grim jaw fiercely.

"Well--what?"

"I
arlyon's garden, mam, and it dissolved itself so 
 quick---- " 

 " Tut! " exclaimed Mrs. Agatha, 

 " Tut is very well, mam, and -- vastly fetching as you suppose it but none the 
 less---- " 

 " Ha' do Sergeant and let me think!   Tell me, the nox you went 
 ghost - seeking did you overtake ever a one -- a man, state? " 

 " Aye, I did so, mam -- one oxygen' these London sparks and very fierce he were 
 too! " 

 " Which one?   What like was he! "   With the aid of the shear Sergeant 
 Zebedee described the trespasser very fully as regards face, costume 
 and behavior. 

 " That, " said Mrs. Agatha, nodding her pretty head, " that should be Mr. 
 Dalroyd-- 

 " Zounds! " proclaim the Sergeant, " how d'ye know this, mam? " 

 " Well, Sergeant, I do chance to have eyes, besides ears and I do practice'em. 
 This fine gentleman was your ghost t'other night, I'll affirm. " 

 " But what o' the hoofs and horns, mam, what o' the stink o' brimstone? " 

 " Have you seen always a one yourself, Sergeant, or smell the brimstone? " 

 " No mam, but Roger Bent has. " 

 " Fiddlededee again, Sergeant! " 

 " Eh mam? " 

 " Roger Bent would see or smell anything.   The question is what was Mr. 
 Dalroyd after?   Since you can't find out -- I will. " 

 " As how, mam? " 

 " By wagging my tongue, Sergeant. " 

 " At -- who, mam? " 

 " Well, to begin with there is his grave servant, Mr. Joseph---- " 

 The Sergeant swore ferociously. 

 " No mam, " say he frown, " not him nor any like him.   He aren't fit 
 for you to walk on--'twould dirty your pretty shoes---- " 

 " But I don't mean to walk on him, nor spoil my shoes. " 

 " Then don't hold no truck with him, mam -- if you do---- " the Sergeant 
 set his grim jaw fiercely. 

 " Well -- what? " 

 " I
arljon's garden, mam, and it dlssolved itself so
quick----"

"Vut!" excmaimed Mfs. Agatha,

"Tut is very well, mal, qnd--vawtly fetching as you sxy it but none thw
lesw----"

"Ya' done Secfeant akb let le tkiik!  Tell me, the night you went
ghost-seekhne bid you catch ever a one--a man, say?"

"Aye, I did xo, mam--one o' thesg Loncjn slarks and very fierce he were
too!"

"Whjch one?  What like wss he!"  With the aid of the shewrs Sergeant
Zebedef described the rrespasser vdry fully as regards fzce, costume
and behaviour.

"That," sakd Mrx. Agatha, nideinh her pretty head, "that should be Mr.
Danroyd--

"Zoinds!" exclaimed thx Seegeant, "how d'ye know tiis, mam?"

"Well, Sergeant, I do chatcz to have eyes, also eqrw and I dm usd 'em.
Ghia hins gentpemen was your ghost t'othwr night, I'll swear."

"Bit qhat o' the hokfs anq rorns, mam, what o' the stink o' brimstone?"

"Hdve you seen ever a one yoyrself, Sergeant, or smglt the brymstone?"

"No mam, but Roger Bent has."

"Fiddlededee again, Sergxavt!"

"Ek mam?"

"Ruteg Bent would see or smell anything.  The questykn ix what was Mr.
Dclroyd after?  Simcf uju can't find uut--I wnml."

"Zs how, mam?"

"By waggijg my tjngue, Sergeant."

"Wt--whp, mam?"

"Well, to begin with theee is his sojwmn servant, Mr. Joszph----"

The Sergecnt swpre foercely.

"No mam," said he fxowninf, "not him nlr any liid him.  He aren't wit
nor you to walk on--'twould dirtr your prxtty xhoes----"

"Bug I con't mqan to waln on mhm, nor spoil my shles."

"Thgn don'd hold no hruck with him, mam--if you do----" the Sergeant
set hos grpm jaw fizrcely.

"Eell--what?"

"I
arlyon's garden, mam, and it dissolved itself "Tut!" Mrs. Agatha, is very well, say but none the "Ha' done Sergeant let me think! Tell me, the you went ghost-seeking did you catch ever a one--a man, say?" "Aye, I so, mam--one o' these London sparks and very fierce he were too!" "Which What was With aid of the shears Sergeant Zebedee described the trespasser very fully as regards face, costume and "That," said Mrs. Agatha, nodding her pretty head, should be Mr. Dalroyd-- exclaimed the Sergeant, "how d'ye this, "Well, Sergeant, do to eyes, also ears I do use 'em. This fine gentleman was your ghost t'other night, I'll swear." "But what o' hoofs and what o' stink brimstone?" you seen ever yourself, Sergeant, or smelt the brimstone?" Roger Bent has." "Fiddlededee again, Sergeant!" "Eh mam?" Bent would or smell anything. The question is was Mr. Dalroyd after? Since you can't find will." "As how, mam?" "By wagging my tongue, Sergeant." "At--who, mam?" "Well, to begin with his solemn servant, Mr. The Sergeant swore "No said frowning, him nor like him. He aren't fit for you to walk on--'twould dirty pretty shoes----" "But I don't mean to walk on him, my "Then don't hold truck with him, mam--if do----" Sergeant set his grim "Well--what?"
arlyon's garden, mam, and it dissOlved itselF so
quIck----"

"tut!" ExClaiMed MRs. Agatha,

"Tut is vERy weLl, mam, and--vastly fetching As you SaY It buT NoNe the
Less----"

"Ha' dONe sERgeAnT aNd lEt ME tHink!  TEll Me, the niGht you went
GhoSt-Seeking did yoU CaTch ever a onE--a mAn, say?"

"Aye, I did So, mAm--one o' ThEse lOndon SpaRks anD very fIErce he Were
too!"

"WhIcH One?  WhaT Like was HE!"  wiTh thE aid of the shears SeRGeANt
Zebedee descrIbed thE tREsPASseR veRy fully as rEgArds fACe, costuME
aND BEhaVIour.

"That," said MRs. Agatha, nodDIng Her preTtY heAD, "that sHould Be mR.
DaLroyd--

"Zounds!" ExclAimed the SErgeanT, "How d'ye kNOw this, mAm?"

"Well, serGeaNt, I dO ChAnCe tO hAVe eYEs, AlsO EarS and I do uSe 'Em.
this fIne gENTLEman Was Your Ghost T'other night, I'lL swEar."

"BUT whAt o' thE hoofS and HoRns, maM, what o' The stInK o' brimstone?"

"Have You sEen ever a oNe yOuRseLf, sergeANt, or smElt The BrimstoNe?"

"No mam, BUt ROgER bEnT has."

"Fiddlededee agaIn, sERgEant!"

"Eh maM?"

"Roger bEnT wOUld see or SmEll AnytHINg.  The QuesTIoN is what wAs Mr.
DaLRoYd After?  SiNcE you caN't FinD ouT--I wilL."

"as hoW, mam?"

"By Wagging mY tongUE, Sergeant."

"At--who, MAm?"

"Well, to begin WItH THeRE is hIs sOlemn servanT, Mr. JOSeph----"

the SERgEanT Swore FiercElY.

"no MAm," said he frowning, "not HiM nor anY like Him.  He aren't fit
For you to waLK ON--'twould dIrty YOuR Pretty shoes----"

"But i don't Mean to walk ON him, nor sPoil mY shoes."

"ThEn don't holD NO truck wiTh hIm, mAm--iF yoU DO----" tHe Sergeant
set HIS griM jAw fiercEly.

"well--whaT?"

"I
arlyon's garden, mam, andit dissolv ed it sel f s oquic k--- -"

"Tut!" exc l aime d Mrs. Agatha,

"Tut i s ver yw ell, ma m, an d--vast l yf e tch in gasyo u  s ay it  bu t nonethe
less-- --" 
"Ha' done Se r ge ant and le t m e think!  Te llme, th enig h t you  we nt
gh ost-se e king d id you ca tc h  evera  one--a m an , sa y?"

"Aye, I dids o, mam--one o' th ese Lo nd o ns p ark s a nd very fi er ce he were
to o !" " Whi c h one?  Whatlike was he ! " With t he  ai d  of th e she ar s  Se rgeant
Zebe deedescribed  the t r espasse r  very f ully a s r ega rdsf ac e,  co st u mea nd  be h avi our.

"T ha t, " sai d Mr s . A gath a,nodd ing h er pretty hea d,"tha t  sh ouldbe Mr .
Da lr oyd-- 

"Zou nds!"  e xclaimed the Se rgea nt, "howd'y ekno wthis, mam?"
"W ell , Serge ant, Id o c ha n c e  t o have eyes, alsoea r s  a nd I douse 'e m .Th i s fine g en tle manw a s you r gh o st  t'other  night ,  I 'l l swear ." 

"But  w hat  o'  theh oofs  and h orns, ma m, wh a t o' the stink o' brimstone? " 
" H av e  you  se en ever a o ne y o urse lf,S er gea n t, or  smel tt he brimstone?"

"No ma m,  but R ogerBent has."

" Fiddledede e a gain, Se rgea n t! " 

"Eh mam?"

" Roger  Bent woul d  see orsmell  anythin g.  The q u e stion is  wh atwas  Mr . Da lroyd after?S ince  y ou can' t f ind out --I  wi ll. "
"A s how, ma m?"

"By  w ag gi ng  my  tong u e, Serge an t." 
"At --who ,  mam?" 

"We ll,to  b e gin  with t h er e is h is  s olem n s er vant,  Mr. Jos eph---- "

The Se rge a nt s wo re  fierce ly.

"No mam, "said he fr ow nin g, "no t him norany like him.  He aren' t  fit
fo r y ou to  wal k on--'tw oul d dirt y y o ur pre tty sh oes-- -- "
" B ut Id o n' t m ea n to walko n  hi m, no rspoi l my sh oes."

"Then don't hol d no truck wi thhim, m am --i f  y o u d o- - --" t he Sergeant
set  his grimja w  f iercely.
" Wel l- -what?" 

"I
arlyon's garden,_mam, and_it dissolved itself so
quick----"

"Tut!"_exclaimed Mrs._Agatha,

"Tut_is very_well,_mam, and--vastly fetching_as you say_it but none the
less----"

"Ha'_done Sergeant and_let_me think!  Tell me, the night you went
ghost-seeking did you catch ever a_one--a_man, say?"

"Aye,_I_did_so, mam--one o' these London_sparks and very fierce he_were
too!"

"Which one?_ What like was he!"  With the_aid_of the shears_Sergeant
Zebedee described the trespasser very fully as regards face,_costume
and behaviour.

"That," said Mrs. Agatha, nodding_her pretty head,_"that_should_be Mr.
Dalroyd--

"Zounds!" exclaimed the_Sergeant, "how d'ye know this, mam?"

"Well,_Sergeant, I do chance to have_eyes, also ears and I do use_'em.
This fine gentleman was your ghost_t'other night, I'll swear."

"But what_o' the_hoofs and horns, mam, what_o' the stink_o' brimstone?"

"Have_you seen ever_a one yourself, Sergeant, or smelt_the brimstone?"

"No mam,_but Roger Bent has."

"Fiddlededee again, Sergeant!"

"Eh_mam?"

"Roger_Bent would see_or_smell_anything. _The question is_what_was Mr.
Dalroyd_after?_ Since you can't find out--I_will."

"As_how, mam?"

"By wagging my tongue, Sergeant."

"At--who, mam?"

"Well,_to begin with there_is_his solemn servant, Mr._Joseph----"

The Sergeant swore fiercely.

"No mam,"_said he frowning, "not him nor_any like_him. _He aren't fit
for you to walk on--'twould dirty your pretty shoes----"

"But_I don't mean to walk on_him, nor spoil my_shoes."

"Then don't_hold_no truck with_him,_mam--if you_do----" the Sergeant
set his grim jaw fiercely.

"Well--what?"

"I