gainst it. Looked out, saw nothing; very disturbed night."

_April 8th, Thursday._--Mr. T---- writes, "Woke last night at
12.30. Heard nothing, but slept very badly. I may mention that I
am, as a rule, a very sound sleeper, and as I had taken a lot of
exercise every day--fishing, shooting, cycling, and walking,
from breakfast-time to dark--there was no reason why I should
not sleep."

Mr. T---- had been out the whole of this day with the keepers--heather
burning--and was obviously "dead tired" when he went to bed. It is
curious that even when not disturbed, he should have slept so badly,
but sleepless and nameless discomfort has assailed most persons in No.
1, though the room is large and airy.

_April 8th, Thursday._--We had planned to leave yesterday, but
it was borne in upon me that to-day being the anniversary of the
Major's death, it would be a pity--on the hypothesis of there
being anything supernormal in these phenomena--that the house
should not be under observation to-night.

In the morning the Land-steward called, having heard from Mrs.
S---- that we had heard footsteps about the house at night, and
that I had several times observed a disreputable-looking man
about the place, whom I knew not to be one of the farm-servants.

The admissions hitherto made by him, and by ---- and ----, as to
some of the phenomena, carry the evidence back for over twenty
years.

I don't know whether we have been specially on the _qui vive_
to-day, but we seem to have heard bangs and crashes and
footsteps overhead all day, though all the rooms, except Nos. 1,
5, and 8 are locked up--Mr. T---- occupies No. 1, Miss Langton
No. 8, I No. 5.

Acting upon the hints given us by ---- and ----, I thought the
downstairs smoking-room ought to be specially under observation
to-day. I was suffering from acute headache, and was obliged to
lie down in my own room from lunch-time to dinner, and this
smoking-room, which is known as "the Major's room," was the only
sitting-room in use. A few minutes before dinner, I went down
and busied myself in putting my camera to rights. It was a
delicate piece of work, and when I saw a black dog, which I
supposed for the moment to be "Spooks" (my Pomeranian), run
across the room towards my left, I stopped, fearing that she
would shake the little table on which the camera stood. I
immediately saw ano