“I saw no one. Did Lister’s father kill Captain Huxham?,”
“Can’t you tell?” asked the girl, looking at him straightly.
“I have told everything,” said Pence, with an air of fatigue; “now I die,” and before she could help him he fell full length on the floor quite insensible. The interview had proved too much for him in his weak state.
CHAPTER XVIII
THE GHOST.
The corn on Bleacres was rapidly ripening under the beams of the powerful sun. The Manor-house was islanded amidst a golden sea of grain, the waves of which rolled up even to its ancient walls. The winding path to the boundary channel was still the sole means of approach, but few people came up this to the house, as the Vands were not popular. Henry certainly was approved of, on account of his manners, his affliction, and his viol
