ed to B----, arriving at 7 P.M. Slept in
No. 8. Quiet night.

This morning I inquired of the servants as to what occurred in
my absence. They have very definite views as to the nature and
causes of the phenomena during the visit of Mr. Myers's party
... including much table-tilting at meals, and so on. When
questioned as to any experiences of their own, all answered to
the same effect, that they shouldn't have taken notice of
anything that happened at that time, but that something had
occurred after the last two members of the party had left on the
day of his Lordship's arrival, "and that," said the cook, "was
quite another matter."

The experience was Carter's, the upper housemaid, and she told
it in a manner that it would be difficult to distrust. She was
not anxious to talk about it, and seemed annoyed that it had
been mentioned at all. I wrote down her story verbatim.

"It was about four o'clock, or may be a little later, but it was
just getting light; there is no blind to the skylight in my
room, and I woke up suddenly and I thought some one had come
into the room, and I called out, 'Is that you, Mrs. Robinson?'
and when she didn't answer I called out 'Hannah,' but no one
spoke, and then I looked up, and at the foot of my bed there was
a woman. She was rather old, and dressed in something dark, and
she had a little shawl on, and her hair short. It was hanging,
but it didn't reach nearly to her shoulders. I was awful
frightened, and put my head down again. I couldn't look any
more."

I asked about the height of the woman, wondering if it were like
the figure seen in the drawing-room, and Carter said, "I didn't
notice, only the top part of her." I said, "Do you mean she had
no legs?" and she said, "I didn't take notice of any." She was
genuinely concerned and alarmed.

This is probably the incident thus described by _The Times_
correspondent. "One of the maidservants described a sort of dull
knocking which, according to her, goes on between two and six in the
morning, in the lath and plaster partition by the side of her bed,
which shuts off the angular space just inside the eaves of the house.
She likened it to the noise of gardeners nailing up ivy outside. She
seemed honest, but as she had seen the ghost of half a woman sitting
on her fellow-servant's bed, one takes her evidence with a grain or
two of salt. Any noise