hown in
(_b_), full-face, as though gazing at me; again the white part was
very distinct, but I could distinguish no features."

[Illustration: a]

[Illustration: b]

_February 20th, Saturday._--This morning we went down to ---- and
had a little talk with the old servant who told us stories the
other day about the Major, and she repeated the story of his
threatened return. The same story was repeated independently this
afternoon by [a local tradesman], who opened conversation by
inquiring whether we had "seen the Major yet."

Miss Moore and I again this morning heard noises in No. 8, more
especially those of the pattering footsteps, just after
daylight, and a violent jump and scramble, which we thought was
our dog, until we found that he was sleeping peacefully as usual
on his rug at our feet.

In a letter to Lord Bute, dated February 21, 1897, Mr "Q." gives the
following account:--

"On February 20th, at about 6.45 P.M., I visited the burn with Miss
Freer and Miss Langton. I was very briefly conscious of the figure
(_a_) on the bank of the burn, but saw no more till Miss Freer pointed
to the hollow of a large tree, when I again saw (_b_). On each
occasion of seeing (_b_) a curious sensation was noticeable, and I
felt I was being looked at. On speaking afterwards to Miss Freer, I
found her vision of the nun _under the tree_ to be the same as mine at
(_b_), _i.e._ full face, as indeed Miss Freer had seen it on previous
occasions. This is the second sketch I have drawn of the full face
(_b_). The first I showed to Miss Freer, remarking to her, 'I have
made the figure _too broad_' (being unaccustomed to drawing). 'Yes,'
said Miss Freer, 'for the nun is very slight.'"

It was seen at the same moment also by Miss Freer and Miss Langton.

_February 21st, Sunday._--Again this morning we heard noises of
pattering in No. 8, and Scamp got up and sat apparently watching
something invisible to us, turning his head slowly as if
following the movements of some person or thing across the room
from west to east. During the night Miss Moore had heard
footsteps crossing the room, as of an old or invalid man
shuffling in slippers. We both heard a bang at the side of the
room about 6.20, some time before any sounds of moving were
heard from the servants above. The noise was muffled in quality,
and had no resonance, and seemed to come from behind a small
wardrobe on the