91
VIII. MAISIE AT STRIDES COTTAGE 498
IX. THE DUTIFUL SON 511
X. GWEN'S SECOND VISIT TO SAPPS COURT 528
XI. IN PARK LANE 543
XII. AN ENLIGHTENMENT 563
XIII. HOW GWEN TOLD SAPPS COURT 576
XIV. GWEN'S RETURN, AND THE TASK BEFORE HER 591
XV. GWEN FACES THE MUSIC 607
XVI. DR. NASH TELLS GRANNY MARRABLE 626
XVII. THE COUNTESS CALLS AT PENSHAM 646
XVIII. WHAT FOLLOWED AT CHORLTON 665
XIX. THE MEETING 677
XX. THE NIGHT AFTER THEY KNEW IT 686
XXI. SAPPS COURT AGAIN 703
XXII. STRIDES COTTAGE AGAIN 721
XXIII. GWEN'S VISIT TO PENSHAM 734
XXIV. PENSHAM AT STRIDES COTTAGE 751
XXV. A FESTIVITY AT THE TOWERS 764
XXVI. ANOTHER NIGHT WATCH 776
XXVII. HOW SHE SAW THE MODEL AGAIN 793
XXVIII. HOW HER SON CAME TOO LATE 807
XXIX. A RIGHT CROSS-COUNTER THAT LANDED 826
A BELATED PENDRIFT 853

WHEN GHOST MEETS GHOST

PART I

CHAPTER 0

A CONNECTING-LINK BETWEEN THE WRITER AND THE STORY, AMOUNTING TO
VERY LITTLE. THERE WAS A COURT SOME FIFTY YEARS SINCE IN LONDON,
SOMEWHERE, THAT IS NOW NOWHERE. THAT'S ALL!

Some fifty years ago there still remained, in a street reachable after
inquiry by turning to the left out of Tottenham Court Road, a rather
picturesque Court with an archway; which I, the writer of this story,
could not find when I tried to locate it the other day. I hunted for it
a good deal, and ended by coming away in despair and going for rest and
refreshment to a new-born teashop, where a number of young ladies had
lost their individuality, and the one who brought my tea was callous to
me and mine because you pay at the desk. But she had an orderly soul,
for she turned over the lump of sugar that had a little butter on it, so
as to lie on the buttery side and look more tidy-like.

If the tea had been China tea, fresh-made, it might have helped me to
recollecting the name of that Court, which I am sorry to say I have
forgotten. But it was Ceylon and had stood. However, it was hot. Only
you will never convince me that it was fresh-made