“My dear Walter, why hide these things here?” he asked.  “They are beautiful, and may be valuable, too.”

“I’ve been asked the same question before,” answered the owner.  “And they are valuable.  Lord Bolsover offered me a thousand guineas for those two chairs; but the things are heirlooms in a sort of way, and I shouldn’t feel justified in parting with them.  My grandfather was furniture mad—­spent half his time collecting old stuff on the Continent.  Spain was his happy hunting ground.”

“It’s positively a shame to doom these chairs to a haunted room, uncle,” declared Henry.

But the other shook his head and smothered a yawn.

“The house is too full as it is.” he said.

“Mary wants you to scrap dozens of things,” replied his nephew.  “Then there’d be plenty of room.”

“You’ll do what you please when your turn comes, and no doubt cast out my tusks and antlers and tiger-skins, which I know you don’t admire.  Wait in patience, Henry.  And we will now go to bed,” answered the elder.  “I am fatigued, and it must be nearly midnight.”

Then Tom May brought their thoughts back to the reason of the visit.

“Look here, governor,” he said.  “It’s a scandal to give a champion room like this a bad name and shut it up.  You’ve fallen into the habit, but you know it’s all nonsense.  Mary loves this room.  I’ll make you a sporting offer.  Let me sleep in it to-night, and then, when I report a clean bill to-morrow, you can throw it open again and announce it is forgiven without a stain on its character.  You’ve just said you don’t believe spooks have the power to hurt anybody.  Then let me turn in here.”

Sir Walter, however, refused.

“No, Tom; most certainly not.  It’s far too late to go over the ground again and explain why, but I don’t wish it.”

“A milder-mannered room was never seen,” said Ernest Travers.  “You must let me look at it by daylight, and bring Nelly.  The ceiling, too, is evidently very fine—­finer even than the one in my room.”

“The ceilings here were all the work of Italians in Tudor times,” explained his friend.  “They are Elizabethan.  The plaster is certainly wonderful, and my ceilings are considered as good as anything in the country, I believe.”

He turned, and the rest followed him.

Henry removed the electric bulb, and restored it to its place outside.  Then his uncle gave him the key.

“Put it back in the cabinet,” he said.  “I won’t go down again.”

The party broke up, and all save Lennox and the sailor went to their rooms.  The two younger men descended together and, when out of ear-shot of his uncle, Henry spoke.

“Look here, Tom,” he said, “you’ve given me a tip.  I’m going to camp out in the Grey Room to-night.  Then, in the morning, I’ll tell Uncle Walter I have done so, and the ghost’s number will be up.”

“Quite all right, old man—­only the plan must be modified.  I’ll sleep there.  I’m death on it, and the brilliant inspiration was mine, remember.”