Mr. J——­ added that he had passed an hour alone in the unfurnished room which I had urged him to destroy, and that his impressions of dread while there were so great, though he had neither heard nor seen anything, that he was eager to have the walls bared and the floors removed as I had suggested.  He had engaged persons for the work, and would commence any day I would name.

The day was accordingly fixed.  I repaired to the haunted house,—­we went into the blind, dreary room, took up the skirting, and then the floors.  Under the rafters, covered with rubbish, was found a trap-door, quite large enough to admit a man.  It was closely nailed down, with clamps and rivets of iron.  On removing these we descended into a room below, the existence of which had never been suspected.  In this room there had been a window and a flue, but they had been bricked over, evidently for many years.  By the help of candles we examined this place; it still retained some mouldering furniture,—­three chairs, an oak settle, a table,—­all of the fashion of about eighty years ago.  There was a chest of drawers against the wall, in which we found, half-rotted away, old-fashioned articles of a man’s dress, such as might have been worn eighty or a hundred years ago by a gentleman of some rank; costly steel buckles and buttons, like those yet worn in court-dresses, a handsome court sword; in a waistcoat which had once been rich with gold-lace, but which was now blackened and foul with damp, we found five guineas, a few silver coins, and an ivory ticket, probably for some place of entertainment long since passed away.  But our main discovery was in a kind of iron safe fixed to the wall, the lock of which it cost us much trouble to get picked.

In this safe were three shelves and two small drawers.  Ranged on the shelves were several small bottles of crystal, hermetically stopped.  They contained colorless, volatile essences, of the nature of which I shall only say that they were not poisons,—­phosphor and ammonia entered into some of them.  There were also some very curious glass tubes, and a small pointed rod of iron, with a large lump of rock-crystal, and another of amber,—­also a loadstone of great power.

In one of the drawers we found a miniature portrait set in gold, and retaining the freshness of its colors most remarkably, considering the length of time it had probably been there.  The portrait was that of a man who might be somewhat advanced in middle life, perhaps forty-seven or forty-eight.  It was a remarkable face,—­a most impressive face.  If you could fancy some mighty serpent transformed into man, preserving in the human lineaments the old serpent type, you would have a better idea of that countenance than long descriptions can convey:  the width and flatness of frontal; the tapering elegance of contour disguising the strength of the deadly jaw; the long, large, terrible eye, glittering and green as the emerald,—­and withal a certain ruthless calm, as if from the consciousness of an immense power.