At this point I stepped forward.  “Have you shown Mr. Calverley the extraordinary letter that the deceased left for you?” I asked.

“What letter was that?” demanded Calverley, with a start.

Mr. Brodribb drew forth the note and handed it to him.  As he read it through, Calverley turned white to the lips, and the paper trembled in his hand.

“‘He has beckoned to me, and I must go,’” he read.  Then, with a furtive glance at the lawyer:  “Who had beckoned?  What did he mean?”

Mr. Brodribb briefly explained the meaning of the allusion, adding:  “I thought you knew all about it.”

“Yes, yes,” said Calverley, with some confusion; “I remember the matter now you mention it.  But it’s all so dreadful and bewildering.”

At this point I again interposed.  “There is a question,” I said, “that may be of some importance.  It refers to the cord with which the poor fellow hanged himself.  Can you identify that cord, Mr. Calverley?”

“I!” he exclaimed, staring at me, and wiping the sweat from his white face; “how should I?  Where is the cord?”

“Part of it is still hanging from the peg in the closet.  Would you mind looking at it?”

“If you would very kindly fetch it—­you know I—­er—­naturally—­have a—­”

“It must not be disturbed before the inquest,” said I; “but surely you are not afraid—­”

“I didn’t say I was afraid,” he retorted angrily.  “Why should I be?”

With a strange, tremulous swagger, he strode across to the closet, flung open the door, and plunged in.

A moment later we heard a shout of horror, and he rushed out, livid and gasping.

“What is it, Calverley?” exclaimed Mr. Brodribb, starting up in alarm.

But Calverley was incapable of speech.  Dropping limply into a chair, he gazed at us for a while in silent terror; then he fell back uttering a wild shriek of laughter.

Mr. Brodribb looked at him in amazement.  “What is it, Calverley?” he asked again.

As no answer was forthcoming, he stepped across to the open door of the closet and entered, peering curiously before him.  Then he, too, uttered a startled exclamation, and backed out hurriedly, looking pale and flurried.

“Bless my soul!” he ejaculated.  “Is the place bewitched?”

He sat down heavily and stared at Calverley, who was still shaking with hysteric laughter; while I, now consumed with curiosity, walked over to the closet to discover the cause of their singular behaviour.  As I flung open the door, which the lawyer had closed, I must confess to being very considerably startled; for though the reflection of the open door was plain enough in the mirror, my own reflection was replaced by that of a Chinaman.  After a momentary pause of astonishment, I entered the closet and walked towards the mirror; and simultaneously the figure of the Chinaman entered and walked towards me.  I had advanced more than halfway down the closet when suddenly the mirror darkened; there was a whirling flash, the Chinaman vanished in an instant, and, as I reached the glass, my own reflection faced me.