of gold and jewels.  Contrary to expectation, he did return; but his long confinement had turned his brain, and he could never remember the spot where he had deposited his treasure years before.  Some time ago a lady, a Miss B., who was decidedly psychic, was invited to Kilman Castle in the hope that she would be able to locate the whereabouts of this treasure.  In this respect she failed, unfortunately, but gave, nevertheless, a curious example of her power.  As she walked through the hall with her hostess, she suddenly laid her hand upon the bare stone wall, and remarked, “There is something uncanny here, but I don’t know what it is.”  In that very spot, some time previously, two skeletons had been discovered walled up.

The sequel to this is curious.  Some time after, Miss B. was either trying automatic writing, or else was at a séance (we forget which), when a message came to her from the Unseen, stating that the treasure at Kilman Castle was concealed in the chapel under the tessellated pavement near the altar.  But this spirit was either a “lying spirit,” or else a most impish one, for there is no trace of an altar, and it is impossible to say, from the style of the room, where it stood; while the tessellated pavement (if it exists) is so covered with the debris of the former roof that it would be almost impossible to have it thoroughly cleared.

There is as well a miscellaneous assortment of ghosts.  A monk with tonsure and cowl walks in at one window of the Priest’s House, and out at another.  There is also a little old man, dressed in the antique garb of a green cut-away coat, knee breeches, and buckled shoes:  he is sometimes accompanied by an old lady in similar old-fashioned costume.  Another ghost has a penchant for lying on the bed beside its lawful and earthly occupant; nothing is seen, but a great weight is felt, and a consequent deep impression made on the bedclothes.

The lady of the house states that she has a number of letters from friends, in which they relate the supernatural experiences they had while staying at the Castle.  In one of these the writer, a gentleman, was awakened one night by an extraordinary feeling of intense cold at his heart.  He then saw in front of him a tall female figure, clothed from head to foot in red, and with its right hand raised menacingly in the air:  the light which illuminated the figure was from within.  He lit a match, and sprang out of bed, but the room was empty.  He went back to bed, and saw nothing more that night, except that several times the same cold feeling gripped his heart, though to the touch the flesh was quite warm.