king at the time I cannot
define them more accurately.

"When first going to bed, both nights in No. 1, we heard
footsteps and voices apparently in conversation above us. The
sounds seemed to come from a room which was over the bed, but
did not extend as far as the fireplace in No. 1, and also from
the room which would be above the room next to ours behind the
bed."

The rooms overhead were empty. _Cf._ under date April 1st.

"These noises I attributed at the time, and still attribute, to
the maids going to bed. I am bound to say, however, that they
were heard both by Mrs. M---- and her maid, who was in No. 1
with her, during the daytime, at an hour when it was said no
servants were upstairs. These voices and footsteps did not go on
for long into the night. For (I should say) some hours during
the night of the 30th, I frequently heard a sound which seemed
to come from near the fireplace, and which I can best describe
as a gentle tap on a drum--like some one tuning the kettle-drum
in an orchestra. I do not think Mrs. M---- heard this noise, for
though she slept very badly, she was dozing a good deal during
the first half of the night. At 3.55 A.M. I was in a state of
semi-consciousness, when both I and Mrs. M---- were fully
roused by a noise so loud that I wonder it did not wake people
sleeping in other parts of the house. It seemed to come either
from the door between No. 1 and 2, or from between that door and
the fireplace. To me it sounded like a kind of treble rap on a
hollow panel, but far louder than any one could rap with their
knuckles. My wife described it as the sound of some one whose
gown had caught the lid of a heavy coal-scuttle and let it fall.
This noise was not repeated, and by a treble rap I mean the
sound was like an arpeggio chord. I feel certain it was not
against the false window outside, indeed it had the sound of
being in the room. The kettle-drum sounds might easily have been
a trick of the wind, though the night was still, but the only
natural explanation of this noise that I can give is practical
joking, as the noise _might_ have come from my dressing-room.
The coal-scuttle was standing between the fireplace and
door-post, just where the sound seemed to come from. The second
night I moved the scuttle right away to between the head of the
bed and the window, and the noise was no