wer was reached. Becky, who opened it,
instead of welcoming them as they might naturally have expected that she
would, stared wildly at them, and then throwing her apron over her head
ran back screaming, "There are ghosts--there are ghosts--there are
ghosts at the door!"

"No we ain't," said Tom, bluntly, as he entered; "but we've brought back
Miss Margery all right, and she'll be glad of some grub presently, and
so shall we by and by I'm thinking,--eh, Master Charley? But just do
you first, as soon as you have got your five senses back, run up and
tell the captain and missis. They'll not be sorry to hear the news, at
all events."

In another minute Margery was in her parents' arms, and they were
thanking Heaven that she had been safely restored to them.

Little Margery had kept up her courage wonderfully, from the moment she
was seized till her return home. She said that she was awake and
thought that she saw Becky collecting her clothes, when suddenly she was
taken up in the arms of a woman; she supposed her mouth was gagged and
her eyes blinded, and she was carried swiftly along, down into some damp
place and along passages into the open air, and finally into the cottage
where Charley had found her. She had had no fear about being ill
treated, for she did not think any one would hurt a little girl like
herself. She was very grateful, however, to Charley and Tom for all the
risk they had run to rescue her.

Tom and Charley's adventures created great surprise, for the captain
could not conceive how they could have got out of the vaults; and it was
not until they had all together paid another visit to it that they
discovered the aperture lately blocked up with loose stones, and then at
length guessed that it had been done by the smugglers to cut off
pursuit. The result of the whole proceeding was the very reverse of
what the smugglers had expected. In their foolish ignorance they
fancied that they could frighten away a sensible man, like Captain
Askew, from the Tower by their notable scheme of making it be supposed
that it was haunted.

We may be surprised at their gross representations of ghosts and
spirits, but which were undoubtedly exact imitations of their own
conceptions of such things; nor does it at all follow, that because some
of them ventured to appear in the character of ghosts, they did not
firmly believe in their existence. Probably their own superstitious
fears would as easily have been wor