But this
you tell me is beyond belief."
"Do you know the names of the people who formerly owned the vacant
lot?" asked Mr. Townsend.
"I don't know for certain," replied the agent, "for the original
owners flourished long before your or my day, but I do know that
the lot goes by the name of the old Gaston lot. What's the matter?
Are you ill?"
"No; it is nothing," replied Mr. Townsend. "Get what you can for
the house; perhaps another family might not be as troubled as we
have been."
"I hope you are not going to leave the city?" said the agent,
urbanely.
"I am going back to Townsend Centre as fast as steam can carry me
after we get packed up and out of that cursed house," replied Mr.
David Townsend.
He did not tell the agent nor any of his family what had caused him
to start when told the name of the former owners of the lot. He
remembered all at once the story of a ghastly murder which had
taken place in the Blue Leopard. The victim's name was Gaston and
the murderer had never been discovered.
THE LOST GHOST
Mrs. John Emerson, sitting with her needlework beside the window,
looked out and saw Mrs.
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