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Towards
evening
a
violent
storm
of
rain
came
on
,
and
the
wind
was
so
high
that
all
the
windows
and
doors
in
the
old
house
shook
and
rattled
.
In
fact
,
it
was
just
such
weather
as
he
loved
.
His
plan
of
action
was
this
.
He
was
to
make
his
way
quietly
to
Washington
Otis
's
room
,
gibber
at
him
from
the
foot
of
the
bed
,
and
stab
himself
three
times
in
the
throat
to
the
sound
of
low
music
.
He
bore
Washington
a
special
grudge
,
being
quite
aware
that
it
was
he
who
was
in
the
habit
of
removing
the
famous
Canterville
blood-stain
by
means
of
Pinkerton
's
Paragon
Detergent
.
Having
reduced
the
reckless
and
foolhardy
youth
to
a
condition
of
abject
terror
,
he
was
then
to
proceed
to
the
room
occupied
by
the
United
States
Minister
and
his
wife
,
and
there
to
place
a
clammy
hand
on
Mrs.
Otis
's
forehead
,
while
he
hissed
into
her
trembling
husband
's
ear
the
awful
secrets
of
the
charnel-house
.
With
regard
to
little
Virginia
,
he
had
not
quite
made
up
his
mind
.
She
had
never
insulted
him
in
any
way
,
and
was
pretty
and
gentle
.
A
few
hollow
groans
from
the
wardrobe
,
he
thought
,
would
be
more
than
sufficient
,
or
,
if
that
failed
to
wake
her
,
he
might
grabble
at
the
counterpane
with
palsy-twitching
fingers
.
As
for
the
twins
,
he
was
quite
determined
to
teach
them
a
lesson
.
The
first
thing
to
be
done
was
,
of
course
,
to
sit
upon
their
chests
,
so
as
to
produce
the
stifling
sensation
of
nightmare
.
Then
,
as
their
beds
were
quite
close
to
each
other
,
to
stand
between
them
in
the
form
of
a
green
,
icy-cold
corpse
,
till
they
became
paralyzed
with
fear
,
and
finally
,
to
throw
off
the
winding-sheet
,
and
crawl
round
the
room
,
with
white
,
bleached
bones
and
one
rolling
eyeball
,
in
the
character
of
"
Dumb
Daniel
,
or
the
Suicide
's
Skeleton
,
"
a
role
in
which
he
had
on
more
than
one
occasion
produced
a
great
effect
,
and
which
he
considered
quite
equal
to
his
famous
part
of
"
Martin
the
Maniac
,
or
the
Masked
Mystery
.
"
At
half-past
ten
he
heard
the
family
going
to
bed
.
For
some
time
he
was
disturbed
by
wild
shrieks
of
laughter
from
the
twins
,
who
,
with
the
lighthearted
gaiety
of
schoolboys
,
were
evidently
amusing
themselves
before
they
retired
to
rest
,
but
at
a
quarterpast
eleven
all
was
still
,
and
,
as
midnight
sounded
,
he
sallied
forth
.
The
owl
beat
against
the
window-panes
,
the
raven
croaked
from
the
old
yewtree
,
and
the
wind
wandered
moaning
round
the
house
like
a
lost
soul
;
but
the
Otis
family
slept
unconscious
of
their
doom
,
and
high
above
the
rain
and
storm
he
could
hear
the
steady
snoring
of
the
Minister
for
the
United
States
.
He
stepped
stealthily
out
of
the
wainscoting
,
with
an
evilsmile
on
his
cruel
,
wrinkled
mouth
,
and
the
moon
hid
her
face
in
a
cloud
as
he
stole
past
the
great
oriel
window
,
where
his
own
arms
and
those
of
his
murdered
wife
were
blazoned
in
azure
and
gold
.
On
and
on
he
glided
,
like
an
evil
shadow
,
the
very
darkness
seeming
to
loathe
him
as
he
passed
.
Once
he
thought
he
heard
something
call
,
and
stopped
;
but
it
was
only
the
baying
of
a
dog
from
the
Red
Farm
,
and
he
went
on
,
muttering
strange
sixteenth-century
curses
,
and
ever
and
anon
brandishing
the
rusty
dagger
in
the
midnight
air
.
Finally
he
reached
the
corner
of
the
passage
that
led
to
luckless
Washington
's
room
.
For
a
moment
he
paused
there
,
the
wind
blowing
his
long
grey
locks
about
his
head
,
and
twisting
into
grotesque
and
fantastic
folds
the
nameless
horror
of
the
dead
man
's
shroud
.
Then
the
clock
struck
the
quarter
,
and
he
felt
the
time
was
come
.
He
chuckled
to
himself
,
and
turned
the
corner
;
but
no
sooner
had
he
done
so
than
,
with
a
piteous
wail
of
terror
,
he
fell
back
,
and
hid
his
blanched
face
in
his
long
,
bony
hands
.
Right
in
front
of
him
was
standing
a
horrible
spectre
,
motionless
as
a
carven
image
,
and
monstrous
as
a
madman
's
dream
!
Its
head
was
bald
and
burnished
;
its
face
round
,
and
fat
,
and
white
;
and
hideous
laughter
seemed
to
have
writhed
its
features
into
an
eternal
grin
.
From
the
eyes
streamed
rays
of
scarlet
light
,
the
mouth
was
a
wide
well
of
fire
,
and
a
hideous
garment
,
like
to
his
own
,
swathed
with
its
silent
snows
the
Titan
form
.
On
its
breast
was
a
placard
with
strange
writing
in
antique
characters
,
some
scroll
of
shame
it
seemed
,
some
record
of
wild
sins
,
some
awful
calendar
of
crime
,
and
,
with
its
right
hand
,
it
bore
aloft
a
falchion
of
gleaming
steel
.
Never
having
seen
a
ghost
before
,
he
naturally
was
terribly
frightened
,
and
,
after
a
second
hasty
glance
at
the
awful
phantom
,
he
fled
back
to
his
room
,
tripping
up
in
his
long
winding-sheet
as
he
sped
down
the
corridor
,
and
finally
dropping
the
rusty
dagger
into
the
Minister
's
jack-boots
,
where
it
was
found
in
the
morning
by
the
butler
.
Once
in
the
privacy
of
his
own
apartment
,
he
flung
himself
down
on
a
small
pallet-bed
,
and
hid
his
face
under
the
clothes
.
After
a
time
,
however
,
the
brave
old
Canterville
spirit
asserted
itself
,
and
he
determined
to
go
and
speak
to
the
other
ghost
as
soon
as
it
was
daylight
.
Accordingly
,
just
as
the
dawn
was
touching
the
hills
with
silver
,
he
returned
towards
the
spot
where
he
had
first
laid
eyes
on
the
grisly
phantom
,
feeling
that
,
after
all
,
two
ghosts
were
better
than
one
,
and
that
,
by
the
aid
of
his
new
friend
,
he
might
safely
grapple
with
the
twins
.
On
reaching
the
spot
,
however
,
a
terrible
sight
met
his
gaze
.
Something
had
evidently
happened
to
the
spectre
,
for
the
light
had
entirely
faded
from
its
hollow
eyes
,
the
gleaming
falchion
had
fallen
from
its
hand
,
and
it
was
leaning
up
against
the
wall
in
a
strained
and
uncomfortable
attitude
.
He
rushed
forward
and
seized
it
in
his
arms
,
when
,
to
his
horror
,
the
head
slipped
off
and
rolled
on
the
floor
,
the
body
assumed
a
recumbent
posture
,
and
he
found
himself
clasping
a
white
dimity
bed-curtain
,
with
a
sweeping-brush
,
a
kitchen
cleaver
,
and
a
hollow
turnip
lying
at
his
feet
!
Unable
to
understand
this
curious
transformation
,
he
clutched
the
placard
with
feverish
haste
,
and
there
,
in
the
grey
morning
light
,
he
read
these
fearful
words
:
YE
OTIS
GHOSTE
Ye
Onlie
True
and
Originale
Spook
,
Beware
of
Ye
Imitationes
.
All
others
are
counterfeite
.
The
whole
thing
flashed
across
him
.
He
had
been
tricked
,
foiled
,
and
out-witted
!
The
old
Canterville
look
came
into
his
eyes
;
he
ground
his
toothless
gums
together
;
and
,
raising
his
withered
hands
high
above
his
head
,
swore
according
to
the
picturesque
phraseology
of
the
antique
school
,
that
,
when
Chanticleer
had
sounded
twice
his
merry
horn
,
deeds
of
blood
would
be
wrought
,
and
murder
walk
abroad
with
silent
feet
.
Hardly
had
he
finished
this
awful
oath
when
,
from
the
red-tiled
roof
of
a
distant
homestead
,
a
cock
crew
.
He
laughed
a
long
,
low
,
bitter
laugh
,
and
waited
.
Hour
after
hour
he
waited
,
but
the
cock
,
for
some
strange
reason
,
did
not
crow
again
.
Finally
,
at
half-past
seven
,
the
arrival
of
the
housemaids
made
him
give
up
his
fearful
vigil
,
and
he
stalked
back
to
his
room
,
thinking
of
his
vain
oath
and
baffled
purpose
.
There
he
consulted
several
books
of
ancient
chivalry
,
of
which
he
was
exceedingly
fond
,
and
found
that
,
on
every
occasion
on
which
this
oath
had
been
used
,
Chanticleer
had
always
crowed
a
second
time
.
"
Perdition
seize
the
naughty
fowl
,
"
he
muttered
,
"
I
have
seen
the
day
when
,
with
my
stout
spear
,
I
would
have
run
him
through
the
gorge
,
and
made
him
crow
for
me
an
'
twere
in
death
!
"
He
then
retired
to
a
comfortable
lead
coffin
,
and
stayed
there
till
evening
.
The
next
day
the
ghost
was
very
weak
and
tired
.
The
terrible
excitement
of
the
last
four
weeks
was
beginning
to
have
its
effect
.
His
nerves
were
completely
shattered
,
and
he
started
at
the
slightest
noise
.
For
five
days
he
kept
his
room
,
and
at
last
made
up
his
mind
to
give
up
the
point
of
the
blood-stain
on
the
library
floor
.
If
the
Otis
family
did
not
want
it
,
they
clearly
did
not
deserve
it
.
They
were
evidently
people
on
a
low
,
material
plane
of
existence
,
and
quite
incapable
of
appreciating
the
symbolic
value
of
sensuous
phenomena
.
The
question
of
phantasmic
apparitions
,
and
the
development
of
astral
bodies
,
was
of
course
quite
a
different
matter
,
and
really
not
under
his
control
.
It
was
his
solemn
duty
to
appear
in
the
corridor
once
a
week
,
and
to
gibber
from
the
large
oriel
window
on
the
first
and
third
Wednesdays
in
every
month
,
and
he
did
not
see
how
he
could
honourably
escape
from
his
obligations
.
It
is
quite
true
that
his
life
had
been
very
evil
,
but
,
upon
the
other
hand
,
he
was
most
conscientious
in
all
things
connected
with
the
supernatural
.
For
the
next
three
Saturdays
,
accordingly
,
he
traversed
the
corridor
as
usual
between
midnight
and
three
o'clock
,
taking
every
possible
precaution
against
being
either
heard
or
seen
.
He
removed
his
boots
,
trod
as
lightly
as
possible
on
the
old
worm-eaten
boards
,
wore
a
large
black
velvet
cloak
,
and
was
careful
to
use
the
Rising
Sun
Lubricator
for
oiling
his
chains
.
I
am
bound
to
acknowledge
that
it
was
with
a
good
deal
of
difficulty
that
he
brought
himself
to
adopt
this
last
mode
of
protection
.
However
,
one
night
,
while
the
family
were
at
dinner
,
he
slipped
into
Mr.
Otis
's
bedroom
and
carried
off
the
bottle
.
He
felt
a
little
humiliated
at
first
,
but
afterwards
was
sensible
enough
to
see
that
there
was
a
great
deal
to
be
said
for
the
invention
,
and
,
to
a
certain
degree
,
it
served
his
purpose
.
Still
in
spite
of
everything
he
was
not
left
unmolested
.
