ith that house_. In the morning I
confessed to my friend that my second night had been as disturbed as the
first, and the last the worst of all, adding: "That man is simply
haunting the place. I am determined to try and find out if he ever
lodged here."

This was by no means easy, as it turned out. His College career was
already buried in the snows of some twenty-five years. Moreover, when I
questioned the young daughter of our landlady as to how long her parents
had lived in the house, she said at once: "Just seventeen years, ma'am.
Father and mother came here the year I was born."

This did not help me much. I asked who had rented the house previously.
Referring this question to her mother, she told me it had been taken
from some people who had left Cambridge, and "_Mother thought they were
both dead now_."

This was a second _cul-de-sac_ for me!

But I was determined to go on with my investigations, simply grounded
upon the strong conviction that such repeated experiences _must_ have
some foundation in fact.

The girl saw I looked disappointed. "Did you want to know about anyone
who lived here long ago?" she ventured timidly.

"Yes; I wanted to find out whether an old friend of mine ever lodged
here; he belonged to Peterhouse," was my answer.

"Ah, then, I am sure he would not have lodged here," said the girl
confidently. "None of the Peterhouse gentlemen come here. It is always
the Pembroke men who come to this house."

It seemed fated that I should hear no more about my living ghost.

A few days later, however, the luck turned.

I was told quite casually that Mr Pound, the well-known Cambridge
chemist, had occupied our house years before, and I determined to verify
this some day. As Mr Pound combined the post office with his drugs, one
often went into the shop, but hitherto I had only seen his assistants.

Going in one day with my friend for some stamps, Mr Pound himself handed
them to me.

Here was my chance! I must confess that I hesitated to ask such an
apparently absurd question on such slender grounds. In any case, was it
likely that he would remember the names of all the undergraduates in
the University who might have lodged with him twenty or thirty years
before? I whispered to my friend: "Shall I ask him?" but she did not
hear, so even this small encouragement was denied me. I was actually
turning to leave the shop, when resolution at length took the reins, and
I found myself asking:

"Is i