“Some forty years after Virginie’s death, monsieur, family reasons obliged me to seek temporary release from duty and come to England; and, finding that circumstances would keep me in the country for some time, I came here and went to see that house.  But the tenant at the lodge could only tell me that Steepside was empty then, and had been empty for years past; and I have discovered that, since that horrible 22nd of December, it never had an occupant.  Sir Julian, to whom it belonged by purchase, left no immediate heirs, and his relatives squabbled between themselves over the property, till one by one the disputing parties died off, and now there is no one enterprising enough to resuscitate the lawsuit.”

Rising to take my leave of the genial old man, it occurred to me as extremely probable that he might have been led to form some opinion worth hearing with regard to the nature of the strange appearances at Steepside, and I ventured accordingly to make the inquiry.

“If my views on the subject have any value or interest for you,” said he, “you are very welcome to know them.  As a priest of the Catholic Church, I cannot accept the popular notions about ghostly visitations.  Such experiences as yours in that ill-fated mansion are explicable to me only on the following hypothesis.  There is a Power greater than the powers of evil; a Will to which even demons must submit.  It is not inconsistent with Christian doctrine to suppose that, in cases of such terrible crimes as that we have been discussing, the evil spirits who prompted these crimes may, for a period more or less lengthy, be forced to haunt the scene of their machinations, and re-enact there, in phantom show, the horrors they once caused in reality.  Naturally—­or perhaps,” said he, breaking off with a little smile, “I ought rather to say super-naturally—­ these demons, in order to manifest themselves, would be forced to resume some shape that would identify them with the crime they had suggested; and, in such a case, what more likely than that they should adopt the spectral forms of their human victims—­murdered and murderer, or otherwise—­according to the nature of the wickedness perpetrated?  This is but an amateur opinion, monsieur; I offer it as an individual, not as a priest speaking on the part of the Church.  But it may serve to account for a real difficulty, and may be held without impiety.  Of one thing at least we may rest assured as Christian men; that the souls of the dead, whether of saints or sinners, are in God’s safe keeping, and walk the earth no more.”

Then I shook hands with M. Pierre, and we parted.  And after that, reader, I went to my friend’s house, and spent my Christmas week right merrily.

III.  Beyond the Sunset A Fairy Tale for the Times

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