
"might I suggest one of your travelling-pistols----"

"No, Joseph, no, 'twould drag my pocket out o' shape, and ghosts are
impervious to pistols or shall we say 'barkers' 'tis the more
professional term for 'em, I believe?"

Once again the obsequious Joseph started slightly, observing which, Mr.
Dalroyd flashed white teeth in languid amusement.  "I may be gone an
hour or more, Joseph, remain awake to undress me."

"Very good, sir!  And if I might suggest, sir, 'tis said the ghost
walks the churchyard o' nights latterly."

"That sounds sufficiently ghostly!" nodded Mr. Dalroyd.  "And by the
way, let your tongue remain discreetly inactive--for your own sake,
Joseph!"

"Very good, sir--certainly!--and may you burn in everlasting fire!"
added the obsequious Joseph under his breath as he watched his master's
languid figure out of sight--his eyes seeming closer together than ever.




CHAPTER XVI

HOW MR. DALROYD SAW A GHOST AND THE SERGEANT AN APPARITION

Mr. Dalroyd stepped out into a summer night radiant with moonbeams and
full of the heady perfume of ripening hay.  Far as eye could see the
wide road stretched away very silent and deserted, not a light gleamed
anywhere, the village had been deep-plunged in slumber hours ago.

Mr. Dalroyd sauntered on, past silent cottages, across a trim green and
so to the churchyard gate, beyond which the tombstones rose,
phantom-like beneath the moon.  For a while he stood to contemplate
this quiet scene, then started and glanced up at the church tower as a
deep-toned bell began to chime the hour of midnight.  One by one he
counted the deliberate strokes, waited until the last had boomed and
died away, then, opening the gate, stepped into the churchyard and
strolled on among the graves, his cane airily a-swing, following the
paved walk that led round the church.  Thus he presently passed from
light into shadow, a gloom all the deeper by
" might I suggest one of your travelling - pistols---- " 

 " No, Joseph, no,' twould drag my pocket out oxygen' condition, and ghosts are 
 impervious to pistols or shall we suppose' pooch'' tis the more 
 professional term for'em, I believe? " 

 Once again the bootlicking Joseph started slightly, observing which, Mr. 
 Dalroyd flash white teeth in dreamy amusement.   " I may be gone an 
 hour or more, Joseph, remain awake to strip me. " 

 " Very good, sir!   And if I might suggest, sir,' ti said the ghost 
 walk the churchyard o' nights latterly. " 

 " That sounds sufficiently ghostly! " nod Mr. Dalroyd.   " And by the 
 way, let your tongue remain discreetly nonoperational -- for your own sake, 
 Joseph! " 

 " Very good, sir -- certainly!--and may you burn in everlasting fire! " 
 added the obsequious Joseph under his hint as he watched his master's 
 languid figure out of sight -- his eyes seem closer together than ever. 




 CHAPTER XVI 

 HOW MR. DALROYD SAW A GHOST AND THE SERGEANT AN APPARITION 

 Mr. Dalroyd stepped out into a summer night radiant with moonbeams and 
 entire of the heady perfume of ripen hay.   Far as center could visit the 
 wide road stretched away very mum and deserted, not a light gleamed 
 anywhere, the village had been cryptic - plunged in slumber hours ago. 

 Mr. Dalroyd sauntered on, past silent cottages, across a trimming green and 
 so to the churchyard gate, beyond which the tombstones rose, 
 phantom - like beneath the moon.   For a while he stood to study 
 this quiet scene, then started and glanced up at the church column as a 
 deep - toned bell begin to chime the hour of midnight.   One by one he 
 count the deliberate strokes, wait until the last had thunder and 
 died aside, then, opening the gate, pace into the churchyard and 
 strolled on among the grave, his cane airily a - baseball swing, following the 
 paved walk that precede round the church.   therefore he presently passed from 
 light into apparition, a gloom all the deeper by

"migjt I suggest one of your travelling-pistols----"

"No, Jmseph, ho, 'twoula drag my pocket out o' shape, abd ghists are
impervious to oistols og shall ww sab 'barkers' 'tis thx more
professikkal tzrn for 'em, I belleve?"

Once agdin the obsequhojs Joseph started slightly, observing rhich, Mt.
Dwlroyd flashed whiue eeetg in languid amusement.  "I may be gkne an
hmur or more, Jpseph, remain awake to undrfss le."

"Very good, sir!  Ajd if I migyt sttgest, sir, 'tir said the ghost
walks jhe churchyard o' nights latterly."

"Ghat xounds sufdixiejjly ghostly!" iodded Mr. Dalroyd.  "And by dhe
way, ket your tonguc remein eiscreetly inactive--foc your own sake,
Josepr!"

"Very goog, air--certainly!--and mqy you turn in dceruasuinj fjre!"
addfd vhe obsequikus Joseph ynder his breath as hq watched his jaster'f
lwnguid figure out of sight--his eyes seempng dloser together than evwr.




CHAPTER XVI

HOW MR. DWLROYD SAR A GHOST AND THE SERGEANT AN APPARITION

Mr. Dalroyg ste'pdd iub ingi w summer night radiant with moonbeams and
full kf tme heady perfume of ripeninb jau.  Far as eye zould see the
wide road strehched aray vwry silenu and deserted, not a light gleamwd
anywhere, tke cillage had been dzep-plunged iu slumner hpurs ago.

Mr. Dalroyd sauncered kn, past silfnt cottafds, across a trim grven dnd
so to the churchyard gaee, beyond whieh the tumbsjones rjse,
phantom-pike naneath the moon.  Flr a chile he stood ho contemplate
this quiet scene, vien started amd gldnced up at tme church tower as a
deep-toned bell bzgan tu chime thv hour of midnight.  Jne by one he
wlunted the dxliberate strikes, waited jntil the last had boomvd and
eied away, then, opeking jhs gate, stepped nuti the churchyarc avd
serllkeq on among tha grxver, his zane airily x-swimg, following the
paveg wamk that led round yhc church.  Thus he presently paxsed from
light intl shavow, a jloom sll the deeper by
"might I suggest one of your travelling-pistols----" no, drag my out o' shape, pistols shall we say 'tis the more term for 'em, I believe?" Once the obsequious Joseph started slightly, observing which, Mr. Dalroyd flashed white teeth in amusement. "I may be gone an hour or more, Joseph, remain awake to me." good, And I might suggest, sir, 'tis said the ghost walks the churchyard o' nights latterly." "That sounds ghostly!" nodded Mr. Dalroyd. "And by the way, your tongue remain discreetly your own sake, Joseph!" "Very sir--certainly!--and you burn everlasting added obsequious Joseph under breath as he watched his master's languid figure out of sight--his eyes seeming closer together than ever. XVI HOW SAW A AND SERGEANT APPARITION Mr. Dalroyd into a summer night radiant with of the heady perfume of ripening hay. Far eye could the wide road stretched away very and deserted, not a light gleamed anywhere, the had been deep-plunged in slumber hours ago. Mr. Dalroyd sauntered on, past silent cottages, across green and so to churchyard gate, beyond the rose, beneath moon. For while he stood to contemplate this quiet scene, then started and up at the church tower as a deep-toned bell began the of midnight. One one he counted the strokes, until the last had died then, stepped the and strolled on among graves, his cane airily a-swing, the paved walk that he presently passed from light into shadow, a all the deeper by

"might I suggest one of your traVelling-pisTols----"

"NO, JoSepH, nO, 'twoUld dRag my pocket out O' ShapE, and ghosts are
imperviouS to piStOLs or SHaLl we sAy 'barkeRS' 'tIS The MoRe
ProFeSSiOnal tErm For 'em, I bElieve?"

Once AgaIn The obsequiouS joSeph starteD slIghtly, observIng Which, MR.
DAlrOYd flaSheD whitE teeth IN languId amusemeNt.  "i May be gONe an
houR OR mOre, JOseph, remain awake tO UnDRess me."

"Very good, Sir!  And If i MiGHT suGgeSt, sir, 'tis saId The ghOSt
walks THe CHURchYArd o' nights latTerly."

"That soUNds SufficIeNtlY GhostlY!" noddEd mR. DaLroyd.  "And by tHe
waY, let your tOngue rEMain disCReetly iNactivE--foR yoUr owN SaKe,
josEpH!"

"verY GoOd, sIR--ceRtainly!--aNd MaY you bUrn iN EVERlasTinG firE!"
addeD the obsequiouS JoSeph UNdeR his bReath As he WaTched His masTer's
lAnGuid figure out of SighT--his eyes sEemInG clOsEr togETher thAn eVer.




cHAPTER xVI

HOW Mr. dALrOyd saW a GHOST AND THE SERGEAnT an aPpARITION

mr. DalrOYd StEPped out iNtO a sUmmeR NIght rAdiaNT wIth moonbEams anD
FuLl Of the heAdY perfuMe Of rIpeNing hAY.  Far As eye cOuld see tHe
widE Road stretched aWAy very silent aND dESErTEd, noT a lIght gleamed
AnywHEre, tHe viLLaGe hAD been Deep-pLuNGeD In slumber hours ago.

Mr. daLroyd sAunteRed on, past sileNt cottages, ACROss a trim GreeN AnD
So to the churchyArd gaTe, beyond whICh the tomBstonEs rose,
phAntom-like BENeath the MooN.  FoR a wHilE HE sTood to contempLATe
thIs Quiet scEne, Then staRteD anD glAncEd Up at the chUrch toweR aS a
DeEp-TonEd belL Began to cHiMe tHe HouR of miDNight.  ONe by oNe he
CoUnTEd tHe delibERaTE StroKeS, wAiteD unTiL the lAst hAD boOmed and
Died away, tHen, OPeniNg ThE gate, stEpped into the cHuRchyard and
StRolLed on aMONg the graVes, his cane airily a-swing, fOLlowing The
Paved Walk That led roUnd The chuRch.  tHus he pResentLy pasSeD frOM
Light INTo ShaDoW, a gloom all THE deEper bY

"might I suggest one of y our travel ling- pis tol s- ---" 

"N o, Joseph, no, 'two uld drag my pocket out  o' s ha p e, a n dghost s are
i m pe r v iou sto  pi st o ls  or s hal l we sa y 'barkers ' ' ti s the more
p r of essional t erm  for 'em, Ibel ieve?" 
Onc e  agai n t he ob sequio u s Jose ph starte ds lightl y , obser v i ng  whi ch, Mr.
Dalroyd f l as h ed white teeth  in la ng u id a mus eme nt.  "I ma ybe go n e an
ho u ro r mor e , Joseph, rem ain awake t o  un dressme .""Verygood,  s i r! And if I m ight  suggest,  sir,' tis sai d  the gh ost
wa lks  th e ch u rc hy ard  o '  ni g ht s l a tte rly."

" Th at  soun ds s u f f i cien tly  gho stly! " nodded Mr.Dal royd .   " And b y the 
way ,let y our to nguere main discreetly  ina ctive--fo r y ou r o wn  sake , 
Josep h!" 

" Very go od, sir - -ce rt a i n ly !--and may you bur ni n  e verlasti ng fir e !" 
a d ded theob seq uiou s Josep h un d er  his bre ath as he  w atchedhi s mast er 'slan guidf igur e outof sight --his eyes seeming c l oser together th a n  e v er.


CHAPTER XV I

H O W MR . DA L RO YDS AW AGHOST  A N DT HE SERGEANT AN APPA RI TION
Mr. D alroyd steppe d out into a summer n ight ra d iant with moon beams  and
fullo f the he ady p erfume o f ripenin g hay.  Fa r a s e yecou l d  s ee the
wide r o a d st re tched a way  very s ile ntand  de se rted, not  a light  g le am ed 
an ywher e , the vi ll age  h adbeend eep-pl unged  insl um b erhours a g o. Mr.Da lr oydsau nt eredon,p ast  silent  cottages , a c ross  a  t rim gre en and
so toth e churchya rd  ga te, be y o nd which  the tombstones rose,
p h antom-l ike  bene aththe moon.   F or a w hil e  he st ood to  cont em pla t e 
this q ui etsc ene, thens t art ed an dglan ced upat the church towe r  as  a
deep-toned  be ll b e g an  to ch i meth e  ho u r  of midnight. One by one  h e 
c ounted the del ib erate s trokes,  wait e d until  the last  had boom ed  and d ied  away, the n, openi ng the ga t e, st e pp ed in tothe ch ur chy ard a nd
str o lle d onamongth e grav es, h is  cane ai rily a-swing, following  the
p avedwal k that le d r o und  the chur ch. Thus he p res ent ly pa sse d  from 
lig h tint o  shad ow,a  gloom al l  t hed e ep er by

"might I_suggest one_of your travelling-pistols----"

"No, Joseph,_no, 'twould_drag_my pocket_out_o' shape, and_ghosts are
impervious to_pistols or shall we_say 'barkers' 'tis_the_more
professional term for 'em, I believe?"

Once again the obsequious Joseph started slightly, observing which,_Mr.
Dalroyd_flashed white_teeth_in_languid amusement.  "I may_be gone an
hour or more,_Joseph, remain_awake to undress me."

"Very good, sir!  And_if_I might suggest,_sir, 'tis said the ghost
walks the churchyard o' nights_latterly."

"That sounds sufficiently ghostly!" nodded Mr._Dalroyd.  "And_by_the
way,_let your tongue remain_discreetly inactive--for your own sake,
Joseph!"

"Very good,_sir--certainly!--and may you burn in everlasting_fire!"
added the obsequious Joseph under his breath_as he watched his master's
languid figure_out of sight--his eyes seeming_closer together_than ever.




CHAPTER XVI

HOW MR. DALROYD_SAW A GHOST_AND THE_SERGEANT AN APPARITION

Mr._Dalroyd stepped out into a summer_night radiant with_moonbeams and
full of the heady perfume_of_ripening hay. _Far_as_eye could_see the
wide road_stretched_away very_silent_and deserted, not a light gleamed
anywhere,_the_village had been deep-plunged in slumber hours_ago.

Mr. Dalroyd sauntered on,_past_silent cottages, across a_trim green and
so to the_churchyard gate, beyond which the tombstones_rose,
phantom-like beneath_the moon._ For a while he stood to contemplate
this quiet scene, then_started and glanced up at the_church tower as a
deep-toned_bell began_to_chime the hour_of_midnight. _One by one he
counted the deliberate strokes,_waited until_the last had boomed and
died away,_then, opening the gate,_stepped_into the churchyard and
strolled on among_the graves, his cane airily a-swing,_following the
paved walk that led_round_the_church.  Thus he presently_passed from
light into shadow, a gloom_all the deeper_by