last, to his great grief and never-ceasing regret, Mr. Rosewarne
had to sell his beloved home and everything belonging to him. Then, who
should come forward to buy it, as soon as ever it was put up for sale,
but his own lawyer, Ezekiel Grosse!

Everybody wondered, and most people declared that Ezekiel could not have
made such a large sum honestly by his business; that he must have other
and less straight methods of getting money. Anyhow, whether he made it
honestly, or dishonestly, he had enough to buy the estate he coveted, and
as soon as the old family could turn out, he himself took up his abode in
the fine old house, and a very proud man he was.

If, though, he was a proud man as he sat in the spacious library, or
wandered through the lofty rooms and noble old hall, he could not have
been a very happy one, and very little enjoyment could he have got out of
his new possession, for, from the very hour he entered and took up his
abode there, such unearthly and mysterious noises, such fearful screams
and gruesome groans worried and haunted and dogged him, as made his hair
stand on end, and nearly scared him out of his wits. A ghost, too,
appeared in the park as soon as night fell.

As Ezekiel crossed the park he would be suddenly confronted by a white,
worn face and a pair of great, ghastly, luminous eyes. It would rise up
from the ground in front of him, or pop round trees and bushes at him, or,
on raising his eyes, he would find it confronting him over a hedge. And
before very long the ghost, not content with making noises in the house,
and haunting the park, took it into his head to enter the house, and make
that his permanent home.

When Ezekiel came face to face with him indoors, he thought he was not
such a terrible ghost after all, and much of his fear left him, for the
ghost to look at seemed only an infirm old man. Indeed the lawyer found
him less terrifying than the horrible uncanny sounds which seemed to come
from nowhere, and could not be accounted for.

By and by, though, the ghost's visits were repeated so often, and he began
to make such mysterious signs and movements, that the surly lawyer soon
lost patience, and before long grew so seriously angry that he determined
to put an end to the annoyance and rid himself of his tormentor once and
for all.

The very next night as Ezekiel sat alone in his office looking over some
papers, and making up his accounts, the ghost glided into the room as
usu