“Haunted?”
“Yes, haunted. Good-day.”
He was gone again. I ran out of the room, and shouted after him down the stairs. He was already at the bottom of the flight.
“Tress! Come back! What do you mean by talking such nonsense?”
“Of course it’s only nonsense. We know that that sort of thing always is nonsense. But if you should have reason to suppose that there is something in it besides nonsense, you may think it worth your while to make inquiries of me. But I won’t have that pipe back again in my possession on any terms—mind that!”
The bang of the front door told me that he had gone out into the street. I let him go. I laughed to myself as I re-entered the room. Haunted! That was not a bad idea of his. I saw the whole position at a glance. The truth of the matter was that he did regret
