The dog ran up while we were there, pointed, and ran straight for the two women.  He afterwards left us, and we found him barking in the glen.  He is a dog who hardly ever barks.  We went up among the trees where he was, and could find no cause.

Miss Moore and I moved into No. 8 (dressing-room No. 6).  It is a “suspect” room, which I had not tried, and Miss Moore had scarcely slept all the week in No. 1, and was looking so worn out, that I decided to move.

   February 17th, Wednesday.—­A most glorious day, still, bright,
   and sunny.

Nothing happened till evening.  The Colonel, Mrs. W——­, Miss Langton, Miss Moore, and I were in the drawing-room after dinner.  Some of us, certainly the last four, heard footsteps overhead in No. 1, which is just now disused.  I was lying on the sofa, and could not get up quickly:  but Mrs. W——­ and Miss Langton ran up at once, and found it empty and dark, and no one about.

Later, about 10.30, we all five heard the clang noise with which some of us are so familiar.  The servants had gone to bed—­or so we presumed, as all lights were out, except on the upper floor.  It occurred four times.  It is of course conceivable they may have made it, but we do not hear it when we know them to be about, and we do hear it when we know them not to be about.

   The following quotation is from Miss Langton’s private diary:—­

“On the night of Wednesday, February 17th, I had a curious dream or vision.  I seemed to be standing outside the door of No. 4, looking up the corridor to No. 2, when suddenly I saw a figure with his back to the door of No. 2, and quite close to the door which leads to No. 3.  His face was quite distinct, and what struck me most was the curious way in which his hair grew on his temples.  His eyes were very dark, keen, and deep-set; his face was pale, and with a drawn, haggard expression.  He looked about thirty-nine years of age.  His hair was dark and thick, and waved back from his forehead, where it was slightly grey.  It was a most interesting and clever face, and one that would always, I should think, attract attention.  He was dressed in a long black gown like a cassock, only with a short cape, barely reaching to the elbows.”

   A further reference to this vision, which at the time seemed
   irrelevant, will be found on page 225.

February 18th, Thursday.—­This morning’s phenomenon is the most incomprehensible I have yet known.  I heard the banging sounds after we were in bed last night.  Early this morning, about 5.30, I was awakened by them.  They continued for nearly an hour.  Then another sound began in the room.  It might have been made by a very lively kitten jumping and pouncing, or even by a very large bird; there was a fluttering noise too.  It was close, exactly opposite the bed.