Sir David Suchet

I ran after it and as I went along heard terrible screams and cries.

A beautiful young lady had died instantaneously in one of the compartments and was brought in here.

and laid down on this floor between us.

Involuntarily, I pushed my chair back as I looked from the boards at which he pointed to himself.

True, sir.

True.

Precisely as it happened, so I tell it you.

I could think of nothing to say to any purpose, and my mouth was very dry.

The wind and the wires took up the story with a long, lamenting wail.

He resumed.

Now, sir, mark this and judge how my mind is troubled.

The spectre came back a week ago.

Ever since, it has been there now and again.

by fits and starts.

But at the light, at the danger light, what does it seem to do?

He repeated, if possible, with increased passion and vehemence, that former gesticulation of, for God's sake, clear the way.

Then he went on.

I have no peace or rest for it.

It calls to me for many minutes together in an agonized manner.

Below there, look out, look out!