bad night exactly a week from the night the poltergeist started its operations.  So the account goes on; every night that they slept in the room the hauntings continued, some nights being worse than others.  On Friday, 29th July, “the bed turned up on one side and threw us out on the floor, and before we were thrown out, the pillow was taken from under my head three times.  When the bed rose up, it fell back without making any noise.  This bed was so heavy, it took both the woman and the girl to pull it out from the wall without anybody in it, and there were only three castors on it.”  The poltergeist must have been an insistent fellow, for when the unfortunate men took refuge in the other bed, they had not been long in it before it began to rise, but could not get out of the recess it was in unless it was taken to pieces.

“It kept very bad,” we read, “for the next few nights.  So Mr. Murphy, from the Guardian office, and another man named Devereux, came and stopped in the room one night.”

The experiences of Murphy and Devereux on this night are contained in a further statement, signed by Murphy and corroborated by Devereux.  They seem to have gone to work in a business-like manner, as before taking their positions for the night they made a complete investigation of the bedroom and house, so as to eliminate all chance of trickery or fraud.  By this time, it should be noted, one of Mrs. Redmond’s lodgers had evidently suffered enough from the poltergeist, as only two men are mentioned in Murphy’s statement, one sleeping in each bed.  The two investigators took up their position against the wall midway between the two beds, so that they had a full view of the room and the occupants of the beds.  “The night,” says Murphy, “was a clear, starlight night.  No blind obstructed the view from outside, and one could see the outlines of the beds and their occupants clearly.  At about 11.30 a tapping was heard close at the foot of Randall’s bed.  My companion remarked that it appeared to be like the noise of a rat eating at timber.

“Sinnott replied, ‘You’ll soon see the rat it is.’  The tapping went on slowly at first ... then the speed gradually increased to about a hundred or a hundred and twenty per minute, the noise growing louder.  This continued for about five minutes, when it stopped suddenly.  Randall then spoke.  He said:  ’The clothes are slipping off my bed:  look at them sliding off.  Good God, they are going off me.’  Mr. Devereux immediately struck a match, which he had ready in his hand.  The bedclothes had partly left the boy’s bed, having gone diagonally towards the foot, going out at the left corner, and not alone did they seem to be drawn off the bed, but they appeared to be actually going back under the bed, much in the same position one would expect bedclothes to be if a strong breeze were blowing through the room at the time.  But then everything was perfectly calm.”