horseshoe mark on his forehead, and the floor under the bed was covered with marks of horseshoes also; I don't know why. Also there was the lady who, on locking her bedroom door in a strange house, heard a thin voice among the bed-curtains say, ‘Now we're shut in for the night.’ None of those had any explanation or sequel, I wonder if they go on still, those stories.”
“Oh, likely enough—with additions from the magazines, as I said. You never heard, did you, of a real ghost at a private school? I thought not; nobody has that ever I came across.”
“From the way in which you said that, I gather that you have.”
“I really don't know; but this is what was in my mind. It happened at my private school thirty odd years ago, and I haven't any explanation of it.
“The school I mean was near London. It was established in a large and fairly old house—a great white building with very fine grounds about it; there were large cedars in
