end of our meal. I was gazing
idly through one of the windows, watching the passing people when
suddenly I became aware of a man standing out there gazing in at me.
I think I have never had so startling a realization. It was a man in
white doeskin trousers and blue blazer jacket, with a jaunty linen
cap on his head. An abnormally tall, muscular man. And his
smooth-shaven, black-browed face with the reflection from the
restaurant window lights upon it, reminded me of the apparition we
had seen the night before!

"Don! Don't look up! Don't move! Jane, don't look around!" I
whispered, almost frantically.

I must have gone white for Don and Jane gaped at me in astonishment.

"Don't do that!" I murmured. "Someone outside, watching us!" I tried
to smile. "Hot night, isn't it? Did you get a check, Don?" I looked
around vaguely for the waitress, but out of the tail of my eyes I
could see the fellow out there still peering in and staring intently
at us.

"What is it?" Don whispered.

"Man watching us! See him out there--the right-hand window! Jane,
don't look around!"

"Good Lord!" murmured Don.

"Looks like him, doesn't it?"

"Good Lord! But I say--"

"What is it?" murmured Jane. "What is it?"

"Waitress!" I called. "Check, please. There's a man out there,
Jane--we're crazy, but he does look like that ghost we saw on the
Fort Beach."

If the fellow knew that we had spotted him he gave no sign. He was
still apparently regarding the bakery display in the window, but
watching us nevertheless. I was sure of that.

The waitress gave us our check. "Nine and six," Don smiled. "Thank
you. But didn't you forget that last coffee?"

The colored girl added the extra sixpence, and left us.

"You think that's the same--I say, good Lord--"

* * * * *

Don was speechless. Jane had gone white. The fellow moved to the
other window, and Jane had a swift look at him. We all recognized
him, or thought we did. What necromancy was this? Had one of the
apparitions materialized? Was that ghost we saw, this gigantic
fellow in doeskins and blazer who looked like a tourist standing out
there at the window? Were these ghosts merely human enemies after
all?

The idea was at once terrifying, and yet reassuring. This was a man
with whom we could cope with normal tactics. My hand went to the
pocket of my blazer where I had a little revolver. Both Don and I
were armed--permits for the carrying of concealed