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As
Canterville
Chase
is
seven
miles
from
Ascot
,
the
nearest
railway
station
,
Mr.
Otis
had
telegraphed
for
a
waggonette
to
meet
them
,
and
they
started
on
their
drive
in
high
spirits
.
It
was
a
lovely
July
evening
,
and
the
air
was
delicate
with
the
scent
of
the
pinewoods
.
Now
and
then
they
heard
a
wood-pigeon
brooding
over
its
own
sweet
voice
,
or
saw
,
deep
in
the
rustling
fern
,
the
burnished
breast
of
the
pheasant
.
Little
squirrels
peered
at
them
from
the
beech-trees
as
they
went
by
,
and
the
rabbits
scudded
away
through
the
brushwood
and
over
the
mossy
knolls
,
with
their
white
tails
in
the
air
.
As
they
entered
the
avenue
of
Canterville
Chase
,
however
,
the
sky
became
suddenly
overcast
with
clouds
,
a
curious
stillness
seemed
to
hold
the
atmosphere
,
a
great
flight
of
rooks
passed
silently
over
their
heads
,
and
,
before
they
reached
the
house
,
some
big
drops
of
rain
had
fallen
.
Standing
on
the
steps
to
receive
them
was
an
old
woman
,
neatly
dressed
in
black
silk
,
with
a
white
cap
and
apron
.
This
was
Mrs.
Umney
,
the
housekeeper
,
whom
Mrs.
Otis
,
at
Lady
Canterville
's
earnest
request
,
had
consented
to
keep
in
her
former
position
.
She
made
them
each
a
low
curtsey
as
they
alighted
,
and
said
in
a
quaint
,
old-fashioned
manner
,
"
I
bid
you
welcome
to
Canterville
Chase
.
"
Following
her
,
they
passed
through
the
fine
Tudor
hall
into
the
library
,
a
long
,
low
room
,
panelled
in
black
oak
,
at
the
end
of
which
was
a
large
stained
glass
window
.
Here
they
found
tea
laid
out
for
them
,
and
,
after
taking
off
their
wraps
,
they
sat
down
and
began
to
look
round
,
while
Mrs.
Umney
waited
on
them
.
Suddenly
Mrs.
Otis
caught
sight
of
a
dull
red
stain
on
the
floor
just
by
the
fireplace
,
and
,
quite
unconscious
of
what
it
really
signified
,
said
to
Mrs.
Umney
,
"
I
am
afraid
something
has
been
spilt
there
.
"
"
Yes
,
madam
,
"
replied
the
old
housekeeper
in
a
low
voice
,
"
blood
has
been
spilt
on
that
spot
.
"
"
How
horrid
!
"
cried
Mrs.
Otis
;
"
I
do
n't
at
all
care
for
blood-stains
in
a
sitting-room
.
It
must
be
removed
at
once
.
"
The
old
woman
smiled
,
and
answered
in
the
same
low
,
mysterious
voice
,
"
It
is
the
blood
of
Lady
Eleanore
de
Canterville
,
who
was
murdered
on
that
very
spot
by
her
own
husband
,
Sir
Simon
de
Canterville
,
in
1575
.
Sir
Simon
survived
her
nine
years
,
and
disappeared
suddenly
under
very
mysterious
circumstances
.
His
body
has
never
been
discovered
,
but
his
guilty
spirit
still
haunts
the
Chase
.
The
blood-stain
has
been
much
admired
by
tourists
and
others
,
and
can
not
be
removed
.
"
"
That
is
all
nonsense
,
"
cried
Washington
Otis
;
"
Pinkerton
's
Champion
Stain
Remover
and
Paragon
Detergent
will
clean
it
up
in
no
time
,
"
and
before
the
terrified
housekeeper
could
interfere
,
he
had
fallen
upon
his
knees
,
and
was
rapidly
scouring
the
floor
with
a
smallstick
of
what
looked
like
a
black
cosmetic
.
In
a
few
moments
no
trace
of
the
bloodstain
could
be
seen
.
