For three hundred years, he said to

For three hundred years, he said to himself, I have been the best and the most famous ghost in the country! Everybody- everybody- has been afraid of me. There was the Duchess of Bolton not long ago. I put my skeleton hand on her shoulders, and she nearly died of terror. She has been ill ever since. Before that, there were three - no, four - housekeepers, who ran away from the house, screaming. Then there was that wonderful night in 1752 when Lord Augustus shot himself in the library, because he saw a skeleton in the armchair by the fire. And there was the beautiful Lady Stutfield, who never spoke again after my cold fingers held her long white neck while she sat at dinner.