From out the Vasty Deep

y; strangely still and deserted, even on a fine summer day, when there's nothing doing in the famous little town; and, in the depth of winter, extraordinarily forlorn. The soli

anion, a big, ugly, intel

uble to ensure that the country doctor should have a good time. But his own pleasure in his friend's company had been somewhat spoilt by something Panton had then thought it right to tell him. This something was that his late wife's one-ti

you ought to know that the woman has an in

rness to Wyndfell Hall when my wife was ten years old, and she stayed on with her ultima

ed a year. This had been left to Miss Pigchalke in an early will made by his poor wife, but it had not been repeated in

ke will forget in a hurry what I said to her. I warned her that some of the things she said, or half-said, were libellous, and that it might end very badly for her if she said them again. She

m. It was strange how Miss Pigchalke and her vigorous, unpleasant personality haunted him. But he had found in his passbook only this morning that she had already cashed his last che

k was waiting. And, at the sight of the lithe, alert figure of Dr. Panton, and of the one-time familiar

," said the younger of the two, as they walked out to the big car

is guests, and come all this way through the cold to meet h

Varick's friend looked about him with keen interest and enjoyment. He had a

ve Suffolk a peculiarly soothing charm Span (who was a rather large liver-and-white spaniel), lying stretched out

dn't think it worth writing to you about. An extraordinary advertisement appeared about

nnoyed, and the man now sitting by his side suddenly regrett

mmended to you as a charwoman, soon af

er the name no

month ago, and she brought the paper-the

. "Yes-go on, Panton. What

. What I should call an amateur advertisement. Mrs. Bilton came up to consult me as to whether she should write in answer to it. Of course I strongly advised her to do nothi

advertisement was worded?" said Varick. It

that it asked for information concerning the past life and

repeated Varic

ery existence he believed unknown to everyone who now knew him, with the exception of Blanche Farrow, had been a Ch

but I've put it more clearly

rdinary thing!"

ng, obviously. As I told you the last time we met, I felt that she would stick a

couldn't help it. Varick was

a copy of that Sunday paper? I feel that it's the sort

it again. That one particular copy did end by going the whole round of Redsands. I

brute she must be, to take his money, and go on annoying him in this way. "I

were so put out when I told you of the woman's having come to see me, and it was so obvious that the advertisement

e a determined effort over himself. "Never mind," he said,

take that sort of strange dislike to another human being. Sometimes for no reason at all. Every medical man would tell you of half-a-dozen such cases within his own knowledge. Fortunately, such half-insane people generally choose

ick. The words rose to his lips: "That horrible woman haunts me

ef, he made up his mind that he had not uttered them, for the man sitting by his side was look

anxiety, whether it were possible that he was losing his nerve? He had always possessed the v

Miss Brabazon is here

. By the way, I was surprised to hear, quite by accident, the other day, that she's a lot of money. I d

ay, Miss Brabazon's old aunt, a certain Miss Burnaby, is here to

ho else have you go

ly leaving out one, and, after a scarcely

ce; she was called after her au

es,'" quoted Dr. Panton, with a

now that?" ex

ms to be a kind of feminine edition of the Admirable Crichton. She can act, danc

about her," observ

ere grim thoughts. He was secretly repeating to himself: "Chi

particular type of young lady before. Though, of course, it's not, as some people be

ss, for her great-great-grandfather rescued a begum on her way to be burnt on her husband's funeral pyre. He ultimately married her, and though she never came to England. Bubbles' f

used to say!" exclaimed Panton. "Do you think I could persu

psychic" with a very satiric i

e first evening that my guests were here she held what I believe they call a séance, and as a result Mis

xtraordina

ss I can't explain Bubbles' gift at all. At this séance of

ure of tha

for she describ

was a

she naturally helps herself out as best

thought-reading is more or less a

nced me that she sees into the minds of

?" suggested

them standing there before her, people of whom she'd never even heard-an

d the other said

oncerned. Both Miss Farrow and I are very anxious that she shouldn't be up to any more o

set about it. In a sense she was the soul of the party. The others all liked her. Yet he, himself, felt a sort of growing repugnance to her which he would have been hard put to it to explain. Indeed, the o

ibly real to him. It was almost as if he felt her to be alive, say, in the next room-lying, as she had been wont to

r come to disturb his pleasure in the delightful, perfect house and its enchanting garden. Of course, now and again some neighbour with whom he had made acquaintance would say a word to him indicating what a strange, solitary life the Faunceys, father and daughter, had

nd, and he had come to feel that if this peculiar sensation continued, he would not be a

t very room; but the class had not been a success, and she had given it up after a few weeks. That was her only association with the ugly little building, and yet-and yet, once he had got well into his speech, he had suddenly felt her to be ther