t true, Mr Pound, that you lived many years ago at No. --
Trumpington Street?"

"Quite true," was the ready answer. "I went there in the year
fifty-five." (I quote this from memory, but it was in the fifties
certainly.)

"I wanted to ask a question about a gentleman who may have lodged with
you a good deal later than that--about seventy, I should think." And I
mentioned the name of my friend.

Mr Pound's brow cleared at once, and he looked up with a beaming smile.
"Mr Forbes," he said--"why, of course, I remember him well. He lodged
with me over eighteen months." Then turning to his assistant, he told
him to go into the parlour and bring out the large photograph album.
There was my friend, sure enough, with his big dog--the very photograph
I had of him, given me in the early days of our acquaintance.

Mr Pound was full of reminiscences. My friend had evidently been a prime
favourite with him, and it was some minutes before I could squeeze in my
crucial question. It seemed almost impossible to expect him to remember
the exact rooms occupied by Mr Forbes, considering there were two or
three "sets" of rooms in the house, in addition to several bedrooms
which were let separately.

But even here Mr Pound's memory proved invaluable. "Which room he slept
in? Why, of course, I remember distinctly. He had the large front
sitting-room and the bedroom at the back of it; over our living-room in
those days."

So I was living in Mr Forbes' sitting-room, and sleeping in the bedroom,
he had occupied for more than eighteen months.

My Cambridgeshire friend was, fortunately, present as a witness that no
word of mine had indicated this fact before Mr Pound corroborated my
intuitive impression. She said afterwards, laughingly, that Mr Myers
would certainly think I had got up a special ghost story for him the
moment I set foot in Cambridge.

However this may be, both he and Professor Sidgwick were greatly
interested in it, for, as they explained, there were fifty accounts of
haunting by the dead to one such example of haunting by the living.

Of course, such a case presents innumerable difficulties; still the
salient fact remains, that after a lapse of nearly thirty years I traced
the rooms occupied by an old friend, in a city I had never before
entered, and that this knowledge did not come to me by chance, but _as
the result of a series of investigations, started by me solely on
account of the experiences that came to me in a ho