through the crevices of the rattling old casements, toss great flickering shadows on the hangings, which frighten her to death.  She has just time to see that the whole room is in the wildest confusion, when suddenly a rougher puff blows out the flame, and she is left in what to her, standing as she was on that forbidden ground, must have been a horror of darkness.  At the same moment, clear and sharp from right beneath her, a pistol-shot rings out on her ear.  For an instant she stands in stone, incapable of motion.  Then on her dazed senses there supervenes—­so she swore—­the consciousness that some object is moving in the room—­moving apparently of its own accord—­moving in direct opposition to all the laws of nature as she knows them.  She imagines that she perceives a phantasm—­a strange something—­globular-white—­looking, as she says, “like a good-sized ball of cotton”—­rise directly from the floor before her, ascending slowly upward, as if driven aloft by some invisible force.  A sharp shock of the sense of the supernatural deprives her of ordered reason.  Throwing forward her arms, and uttering a shrill scream, she rushes towards the door.  But she never reaches it:  midway she falls prostrate over some object, and knows no more; and when, an hour later, she is borne out of the room in the arms of Randolph himself, the blood is dripping from a fracture of her right tibia.

’Meantime, in the upper chamber the pistol-shot and the scream of the woman have been heard.  All eyes turn to Randolph.  He stands in the shadow of the mechanical contrivance on which he has been illustrating his points; leans for support on it.  He essays to speak, the muscles of his face work, but no sound comes.  Only after a time is he able to gasp:  “Did you hear something—­from below?” They answer “yes” in chorus; then one of the lads takes a lighted candle, and together they troop out, Randolph behind them.  A terrified servant rushes up with the news that something dreadful has happened in the house.  They proceed for some distance, but there is an open window on the stairs, and the light is blown out.  They have to wait some minutes till another is obtained, and then the procession moves forward once more.  Arrived at Lord Pharanx’s door, and finding it locked, a lantern is procured, and Randolph leads them through the house and out on the lawn.  But having nearly reached the balcony, a lad observes a track of small woman’s-feet in the snow; a halt is called, and then Randolph points out another track of feet, half obliterated by the snow, extending from a coppice close by up to the balcony, and forming an angle with the first track.  These latter are great big feet, made by ponderous labourers’ boots.  He holds the lantern over the flower-beds, and shows how they have been trampled down.  Some one finds a common scarf, such as workmen wear; and a ring and a locket, dropped by the burglars in their flight, are also found by Randolph half buried in the snow.