The old man and his wife met us at tea as usual.  They had evidently been told everything.  They, however, did not mention the subject, neither did we.

It was my intention to pass a night in that room but nobody would agree to bear me company, and I did not quite like the idea of passing a whole night in that ugly room.  Moreover my hosts would not have heard of it.

The mystery of the open door has not yet been solved.  It was about 20 years ago that what I have narrated above, happened.  I am not sure that the mystery will ever be solved.

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In this connection it will not be out of place to mention another incident with regard to another family and another house in another part of Bengal.

Once while coming back from Darjeeling, the summer capital of Bengal, I had a very garrulous old gentleman for a fellow traveller in the same compartment.  I was reading a copy of the Occult Review and the title of the magazine interested him very much.  He asked me what the magazine was about, and I told him.  He then asked me if I was really interested in ghosts and their stories.  I told him that I was.

“In our village we have a gentleman who has a family ghost” said my companion.

“What kind of thing is a family ghost?” I asked.

“Oh—­the ghost comes and has his dinner with my neighbour every night,” said my companion.  “Really—­must be a very funny ghost” I said.  “It is a fact—­if you stay for a day in my village you will learn everything.”

I at once decided to break my journey in the village.  It was about 2 in the afternoon when I got down at the Railway Station—­procured a hackney carriage and, ascertaining the name and address of the gentleman who had the family ghost, separated from my old companion.

I reached the house in 20 minutes, and told the gentleman that I was a stranger in those parts and as such craved leave to pass the rest of the day and the night under his roof.  I was a very unwelcome guest, but he could not kick me out, as the moral code would not permit it.  He, however, shrewdly guessed why I was anxious to pass the night at his house.

Of course, my host was very kind to me.  He was a tolerably rich man with a large family.  Most of his sons were grown-up young men who were at College in Calcutta.  The younger children were of course at home.

At night when we sat down to dinner I gently broached the subject by hinting at the rumour I had heard that his house was haunted.  I further explained to him that I had only come to ascertain if what I had heard was true.  He told me (of course it was very kind of him) that the story about the dinner was false, and what really happened was this:—­