e's not a man to be frightened by such nonsense. I don't
believe in ghosts, and I'll tell you why--I couldn't see them in the
first place; I couldn't feel them, because they are spirits; and if they
are spirits, I couldn't hear them, because, do ye see, spirits haven't
got the power of speaking; they've no throat nor lungs, nor tongue, nor
lips. I've thought of these things as I go along on my solitary way
with my good dog Trusty to guide me, for there is nothing to draw off my
thoughts such as those who can see have, by what is passing around. My
idea is this--that God made everything in order, and keeps everything
that He alone has to do with in order--though He leaves man free to do
what he likes--be it good or evil. Now God alone can have to do with
spirits or ghosts, and I'm very sure that He wouldn't let them play the
pranks and foolish tricks all the ghosts or spirits or hobgoblins, and
such like things I've ever heard of, are said to have played. I've
never yet met a man who has seen a ghost; and what's more, I'm very
certain that I never shall."

"What do the people up at the Tower say to the ghosts, which have been
appearing there night after night I'm told?" asked Dick Herring, who had
the moment before walked into old dame Scuttle's, but unseen by Peter.

"They say, Master Herring, that the ghosts are clever ghosts to get into
the Tower as they did; but they are not so clever as they fancy
themselves, and that if they don't look sharp they'll be trapped one of
these days. You've seen a mole-trap, Master Herring, such as the
farmers use--when the mole is caught the end of the stick flies up with
him, and there he hangs dangling in the air. Perhaps your ghosts
wouldn't approve of a fate like that!"

"I don't see what you're driving at, Master Peter," answered Dick
Herring, in a growling, displeased tone; "but I'll tell you what, those
who know more than they ought to know are likely to come to grief some
day."

"Maybe, Dick, if they make a bad use of what they know," said the blind
man, turning his face towards the smuggler; "and I have something to
tell you--there is One who watches over the poor blind man, who puts his
trust in Him; and He is able to keep him from all harm."

"That's what you say, Master Peter, you'll have to prove it some day,
maybe," growled out the smuggler, anxious, however, to change the
subject of conversation.

"I have proved it," answered Peter, with a firm voice; "and n