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“A light, a sound, a shadow in the state chamber. Come quick!” cried Lady Trevlyn, adding, as she pointed to the door, “There, there, the light shines underneath. Do you see it?”

“No, my lady, it’s dark,” returned Hester.

It was, but never pausing my lady thrust in the key, and to her surprise it turned, the door flew open, and the dim, still room was before them. Hester boldly entered, and while her mistress slowly followed, she searched the room, looking behind the tall screen by the hearth, up the wide chimney, in the great wardrobe, and under the ebony cabinet, where all the relics of Sir Richard were kept. Nothing appeared, not even a mouse, and Hester turned to my lady with an air of relief. But her mistress pointed to the bed shrouded in dark velvet hangings, and whispered breathlessly, “You forgot to look there.”

Hester had not forgotten, but in spite of her courage and good sense she shrank a little from looking at the spot where she had last seen her master’s dead face. She believed the light and sound to be phantoms of my lady’s distempered fancy, and searched merely to satisfy her. The mystery of Sir Richard’s death still haunted the minds of all who remembered it, and even Hester felt a superstitious dread of that room. With a nervous laugh she looked under the bed and, drawing back the heavy curtains, said soothingly, “You see, my lady, there’s nothing there.”

But the words died on her lips, for, as the pale glimmer of the candle pierced the gloom of that funeral couch, both saw a face upon the pillow: a pale face framed in dark hair and beard, with closed eyes and the stony look the dead wear. A loud, long shriek that roused the house broke from Lady Trevlyn as she fell senseless at the bedside, and dropping both curtain and candle Hester caught up her mistress and fled from the haunted room, locking the door behind her.

In a moment a dozen servants were about them, and into their astonished ears Hester poured her story while vainly trying to restore her lady. Great was the dismay and intense the unwillingness of anyone to obey when Hester ordered the men to search the room again, for she was the first to regain her self-possession.

“Where’s Paul? He’s the heart of a man, boy though he is,” she said angrily as the men hung back.

“He’s not here. Lord! Maybe it was him a-playing tricks, though it ain’t like him,” cried Bessy, Lillian’s little maid.

“No, it can’t be him, for I locked him in myself. He walks in his sleep sometimes, and I was afraid he’d startle my lady. Let him sleep; this would only excite him and set him to marching again. Follow me, Bedford and James, I’m not afraid of ghosts or rogues.”

With a face that belied her words Hester led the way to the awful room, and flinging back the curtain resolutely looked in. The bed was empty, but on the pillow was plainly visible the mark of a head and a single scarlet stain, as of blood. At that sight Hester turned pale and caught the butler’s arm, whispering with a shudder, “Do you remember the night we put him in his coffin, the drop of blood that fell from his white lips? Sir Richard has been here.”

“Good Lord, ma’am, don’t say that! We can never rest in our beds if such things are to happen,” gasped Bedford, backing to the door.

“It’s no use to look, we’ve found all we shall find so go your ways and tell no one of this,” said the woman in a gloomy tone, and, having assured herself that the windows were fast, Hester locked the room and ordered everyone but Bedford and the housekeeper to bed. “Do you sit outside my lady’s door till morning,” she said to the butler, “and you, Mrs. Price, help me to tend my poor lady, for if I’m not mistaken this night’s work will bring on the old trouble.”