“That I can scarcely tell you, but very many years since.  The old woman I spoke of, said it was haunted when she rented it between thirty and forty years ago.  The fact is, that my life has been spent in the East Indies, and in the civil service of the Company.  I returned to England last year, on inheriting the fortune of an uncle, among whose possessions was the house in question.  I found it shut up and uninhabited.  I was told that it was haunted, that no one would inhabit it.  I smiled at what seemed to me so idle a story.  I spent some money in repairing it, added to its old-fashioned furniture a few modern articles,—­advertised it, and obtained a lodger for a year.  He was a colonel on half-pay.  He came in with his family, a son and a daughter, and four or five servants:  they all left the house the next day; and, although each of them declared that he had seen something different from that which had scared the others, a something still was equally terrible to all.  I really could not in conscience sue, nor even blame, the colonel for breach of agreement.  Then I put in the old woman I have spoken of, and she was empowered to let the house in apartments.  I never had one lodger who stayed more than three days.  I do not tell you their stories,—­to no two lodgers have there been exactly the same phenomena repeated.  It is better that you should judge for yourself, than enter the house with an imagination influenced by previous narratives; only be prepared to see and to hear something or other, and take whatever precautions you yourself please.”

“Have you never had a curiosity yourself to pass a night in that house?” “Yes.  I passed not a night, but three hours in broad daylight alone in that house.  My curiosity is not satisfied, but it is quenched.  I have no desire to renew the experiment.  You cannot complain, you see, sir, that I am not sufficiently candid; and unless your interest be exceedingly eager and your nerves unusually strong, I honestly add, that I advise you not to pass a night in that house.”

“My interest is exceedingly keen,” said I; “and though only a coward will boast of his nerves in situations wholly unfamiliar to him, yet my nerves have been seasoned in such variety of danger that I have the right to rely on them,—­even in a haunted house.”

Mr. J——­ said very little more; he took the keys of the house out of his bureau, gave them to me,—­and, thanking him cordially for his frankness, and his urbane concession to my wish, I carried off my prize.

Impatient for the experiment, as soon as I reached home, I summoned my confidential servant,—­a young man of gay spirits, fearless temper, and as free from superstitious prejudice as any one I could think of.

“F——­,” said I, “you remember in Germany how disappointed we were at not finding a ghost in that old castle, which was said to be haunted by a headless apparition?  Well, I have heard of a house in London which, I have reason to hope, is decidedly haunted.  I mean to sleep there to-night.  From what I hear, there is no doubt that something will allow itself to be seen or to be heard,—­something, perhaps, excessively horrible.  Do you think if I take you with me, I may rely on your presence of mind, whatever may happen?”