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in his denial of the existence of ghosts, Mrs. Otis expressed her intention of
oining the Psychical Society, a nd Washington prepared a long letter t o
Messrs. Myers and Podmore on the subject of the Permanence of
Sanguineous Stains when connecte d wit h Crime. That night a ll doubts
about the objective existence of phantasmat a w ere removed for ever.
The day had been w arm and sunny; and, in the c ool of the evening, the
whole fam ily went out to drive. They did not return home till nine o'clock,
whe n they had a light supper. The conversation in no w ay turned upon
ghosts, so there w ere not even those primary conditions of receptive
expect ation which so often precede the presentat ion of psychical
phenomena. The subjects discussed, as I have since le arned from Mr. Otis,
we re merely such as form the ordinary conversation of cultured Americans
of the bet ter c lass, such as t he imme nse superiority of Miss Fanny
Davenport over Sa ra Bernhardt as a n act ress; the difficulty of obtaining
green corn, buckwhea t c akes, and hominy, even in the best English houses;
the importance of Boston in the development of the w orld-soul; the
advantages of the baggage c heck system in railwa y travelling; and the
sweetness of the New York accent as compared to the London drawl. No
mention at all was made of the supernatural, nor w as Sir Simon de
Canterville alluded to in any w ay. At eleven o'clock the fam ily retired, andby half-past all the lights we re out. Some time a fter, Mr. Otis was
awakened by a curious noise in the corridor, outside his room. It sounded
like the clank of met al, and seem ed to be coming nearer every moment. He
got up at once, struck a match, and looked at the time. It was exactly one
o'clock. He w as quite calm, and felt his pulse, w hich was not at all
feverish. The strange noise still continued, and with it he heard distinctly
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the sound of footsteps. He put on his slippers, took a small oblong phial out
of his dressing-case, and ope ned the door. Right in front of him he sa w , in
the w an moonlight, an old man of terrible aspect. H is eyes were a s red
burning coals; long grey ha ir fell over his shoulders in mat te d coils; his
garments, which w ere of antique cut, w ere soiled and ragged, and from his
wrists and a nkles hung heavy manacles and rusty gyves.
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'My dear sir,' said Mr. Otis,'I really must insist on your oiling those
chains, and have brought you for that purpose a small bott le of the
Tamm any Rising Sun Lubricator. It is said to be c ompletely efficacious
upon one application, and there are several testimonials to that effect onthe w rapper from some of our most em inent native divines. I shall leave it
here for you by the bedroom candles, and will be happy to supply you with
more should you require it.' With these words the United Sta tes Minister
laid the bottle down on a marble table, and, closing his door, retired to rest.
For a moment the Canterville ghost stood quite mot ionless in natural
indignation; then, dashing the bottle violently upon the polished floor, he
fled down t he corridor, utte ring hollow groans, and emitt ing a ghastly greenlight. Just, howe ver, as he reached the t op of the great oak staircase, a
door was flung open, tw o little w hite-robed figures appeared, and a la rge
pillow whizzed past his head! There wa s evidently no time to be lost, so,
hastily adopting the Fourth Dimension of Space as a me ans of escape, he
vanished through the wa inscoting, and the house becam e quite quiet.
On reaching a small secret c hamber in the left w ing, he leaned up
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against a moonbeam to recover his breath, and began to try and realise his
position.
Never, in a brilliant and uninterrupted caree r of three hundred years, had
he been so grossly insulted. He thought of the Dow ager Duchess, whom he
had frightened into a fit as she stood before t he glass in her lace and
diamonds; of the four housemaids, who had gone off into hysterics when he
merely grinned at them through the curtains of one of the spare bedrooms;
of the rector of the parish, whose candle he had blown out as he wa s
coming late one night from the library, and who had been under the c are of
Sir William Gull ever since, a pe rfect mart yr to nervous disorders; and of old
Madame de Tremouillac, who, having wakene d up one morning early and
seen a ske leton seated in an armchair by the fire reading her diary, had
been confined to her bed for six w eek s with a n att ack of brain fever, and,
on her recovery, had become rec onciled to the Church, and broken off her
connection wit h that notorious sceptic Monsieur de V oltaire. He
remembered t he terrible night w hen the w icked Lord Canterville wa s found
choking in his dressing-room, wit h the knave of diamonds half-wa y down
his throat, a nd confessed, just before he died, that he ha d cheate d Charles
Jame s Fox out of 50,000 at Crockford's by means of that very card, and
swore that the ghost had made him swallow it. All his great a chievementscame back t o him again, from the butler w ho had shot himself in the pantry
because he had seen a green hand tapping at the w indow pane, t o the
beautiful Lady Stutfield, who w as alw ays obliged to we ar a black velvet
band round her throat to hide the ma rk of five fingers burnt upon her w hite
skin, and who drowned herself at last in the ca rp-pond at the e nd of the
King's Walk. With the enthusiastic egotism of the t rue artist he w ent over