"No; the fire"s very comfortable," said the traveller. "Now, gentlemen, any of you know any more?"
"I think we"ve had enough," said another man; "we shall be thinking we see spirits next, and we"re not all like the old gentleman who"s just gone."
"Old humbug!" said Hirst. "I should like to put him to the test. Suppose I dress up as Jerry Bundler and go and give him a chance of displaying his courage?"
"Bravo!" said Malcolm, huskily, drowning one or two faint "Noes." "Just for the joke, gentlemen."
"No, no! Drop it, Hirst," said another man.
"Only for the joke," said Hirst, somewhat eagerly. "I"ve got some things upstairs in which I am going to play in the Rivals-knee-breeches, buckles, and all that sort of thing. It"s a rare chance. If you"ll wait a bit I"ll give you a full-dress rehearsal, ent.i.tled, "Jerry Bundler; or, The Nocturnal Strangler.""
"You won"t frighten us," said the commercial, with a husky laugh.
"I don"t know that," said Hirst, sharply; "it"s a question of acting, that"s all. I"m pretty good, ain"t I, Somers?"
"Oh, you"re all right-for an amateur," said his friend, with a laugh.
"I"ll bet you a level sov. you don"t frighten me," said the stout traveller.
"Done!" said Hirst. "I"ll take the bet to frighten you first and the old gentleman afterwards. These gentlemen shall be the judges."
"You won"t frighten us, sir," said another man, "because we"re prepared for you; but you"d better leave the old man alone. It"s dangerous play."
"Well, I"ll try you first," said Hirst, springing up. "No gas, mind."
He ran lightly upstairs to his room, leaving the others, most of whom had been drinking somewhat freely, to wrangle about his proceedings. It ended in two of them going to bed.
"He"s crazy on acting," said Somers, lighting his pipe. "Thinks he"s the equal of anybody almost. It doesn"t matter with us, but I won"t let him go to the old man. And he won"t mind so long as he gets an opportunity of acting to us."
"Well, I hope he"ll hurry up," said Malcolm, yawning; "it"s after twelve now."
Nearly half an hour pa.s.sed. Malcolm drew his watch from his pocket and was busy winding it, when George, the waiter, who had been sent on an errand to the bar, burst suddenly into the room and rushed towards them.
""E"s comin", gentlemen," he said breathlessly.
"Why, you"re frightened, George," said the stout commercial, with a chuckle.
"It was the suddenness of it," said George, sheepishly; "and besides, I didn"t look for seein" "im in the bar. There"s only a glimmer of light there, and "e was sitting on the floor behind the bar. I nearly trod on "im."
"Oh, you"ll never make a man, George," said Malcolm.
"Well, it took me unawares," said the waiter. "Not that I"d have gone to the bar by myself if I"d known "e was there, and I don"t believe you would either, sir."
"Nonsense!" said Malcolm. "I"ll go and fetch him in."
"You don"t know what it"s like, sir," said George, catching him by the sleeve. "It ain"t fit to look at by yourself, it ain"t, indeed. It"s got the-What"s that?"
They all started at the sound of a smothered cry from the staircase and the sound of somebody running hurriedly along the pa.s.sage. Before anybody could speak, the door flew open and a figure bursting into the room flung itself gasping and shivering upon them.
"What is it? What"s the matter?" demanded Malcolm. "Why, it"s Mr.
Hirst." He shook him roughly and then held some spirit to his lips.
Hirst drank it greedily and with a sharp intake of his breath gripped him by the arm.
"Light the gas, George," said Malcolm.
The waiter obeyed hastily. Hirst, a ludicrous but pitiable figure in knee-breeches and coat, a large wig all awry and his face a mess of grease paint, clung to him, trembling.
"Now, what"s the matter?" asked Malcolm.
"I"ve seen it," said Hirst, with a hysterical sob. "O Lord, I"ll never play the fool again, never!"
"Seen what?" said the others.
"Him-it-the ghost-anything!" said Hirst, wildly.
"Rot!" said Malcolm, uneasily.
"I was coming down the stairs," said Hirst. "Just capering down-as I thought-it ought to do. I felt a tap-"
He broke off suddenly and peered nervously through the open door into the pa.s.sage.
"I thought I saw it again," he whispered.
"Look-at the foot of the stairs. Can you see anything?"
"No, there"s nothing there," said Malcolm, whose own voice shook a little. "Go on. You felt a tap on your shoulder-"
"I turned round and saw it-a little wicked head and a white dead face.
Pah!"
"That"s what I saw in the bar," said George. ""Orrid it was-devilish!"
Hirst shuddered, and, still retaining his nervous grip of Malcolm"s sleeve, dropped into a chair.
"Well, it"s a most unaccountable thing," said the dumbfounded Malcolm, turning round to the others. "It"s the last time I come to this house."
"I leave to-morrow," said George. "I wouldn"t go down to that bar again by myself, no, not for fifty pounds!"
"It"s talking about the thing that"s caused it, I expect," said one of the men; "we"ve all been talking about this and having it in our minds.
Practically we"ve been forming a spiritualistic circle without knowing it."
"Hang the old gentleman!" said Malcolm, heartily. "Upon my soul, I"m half afraid to go to bed. It"s odd they should both think they saw something."
"I saw it as plain as I see you, sir," said George, solemnly. "P"raps if you keep your eyes turned up the pa.s.sage you"ll see it for yourself."
They followed the direction of his finger, but saw nothing, although one of them fancied that a head peeped round the corner of the wall.
"Who"ll come down to the bar?" said Malcolm, looking round.