It
spends every night now, sobbing on the grave, and seems quite
happy.
"There still?" Oh yes. I'll take you fellows down and show you
it, next time you come to our place: 10 p.m. to 4 a.m. are its
general hours, 10 to 2 on Saturdays.
INTERLUDE--THE DOCTOR'S STORY
It made me cry very much, that story, young Biffles told it with so
much feeling. We were all a little thoughtful after it, and I
noticed even the old Doctor covertly wipe away a tear. Uncle John
brewed another bowl of punch, however, and we gradually grew more
resigned.
The Doctor, indeed, after a while became almost cheerful, and told
us about the ghost of one of his patients.
I cannot give you his story. I wish I could. They all said
afterwards that it was the best of the lot--the most ghastly and
terrible--but I could not make any sense of it myself. It seemed
so incomplete.
He began all right and then something seemed to happen, and then he
was finishing it. I cannot make out what he did with the middle of
the story.
It ended up, I know, however, with somebody finding something; and
that put Mr. Coombes in mind of a very curious affair that took
place at an old Mill, once kept by his brother-in-law.
Mr.
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