raven, and handed over the cheque. After I had held the door open for Miss Blake to pass out, and closed it securely and resumed my seat, Miss Blake turned the handle and treated us to another sight of her bonnet. "Good-bye, William Craven, for two years at any rate; and if I never see you again, God bless you, for you've been a true friend to me and that poor child who has nobody else to look to," and then, before Mr. Craven could cross the room, she was gone. "I wonder," said I, "if it will be two years before we see her again?" "No, nor the fourth of two years," answered my employer. "There is something queer about that house." "You don't think it is haunted, sir, do you?" I ventured. "Of course not," said Mr. Craven, irritably; "but I do think some one wants to keep the place vacant, and is succeeding admirably." The question I next put seemed irrelevant, but really resulted from a long train of thought. This was it: "Is Miss Elmsdale very handsome, sir?" "She is very beautiful,