“Not in the Judges House！”she said, and grew pale as she spoke. He explained the locality of the house, saying that he did not know its name. When he had fnished she answered：“Aye, sure enough-sure enough the very place！It is the Judges House sure enough.”He asked her to tell him about the place, why so called, and what there was against it. She told him that it was so called locally because it had been many years before-how long she could not say, as she was herself from another part of the country, but she thought it must have been a hundred years or more-the abode of a judge who was held in great terror on account of his harsh sentences and his hostility to prisoners at Assizes. As to what there was against the house, itself she could not tell. She had often asked, but no one could inform her；but there was a general feeling that there was something, and for her own part she would not take all the money in Drinkwaters Bank and stay in the house an hour by herself. Then she apologized to Malcolmson for her disturbing talk.“It is too bad of me, sir, and you-and a young gentleman, too-if you will pardon me saying it, going to live there all alone. If you were my boy-and you‘ll excuse me for saying it-you wouldn’t sleep there a night, not if I had to go there myself and pull the big alarm bell thats on that roof！”