Sir David Suchet

Nothing came of this?

He touched me on the arm with his forefinger twice or thrice, giving a ghastly nod each time.

That very day, as a train came out of the tunnel, I noticed at the carriage window on my side what looked like a confusion of hands and heads.

And something waved.

I saw it just in time to signal the driver, stop.

He shut off and put his brake on, but the train drifted past here a hundred and fifty yards or more.

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.