Sir David Suchet

He'd struck the light and had the lamp in his hand.

As the engine came out of the tunnel, his back was towards her and she cut him down.

Look, that man drove her and was showing how it happened.

Show the gentleman, Tom.

The man, who wore a rough, dark dress, stepped back to his former place at the mouth of the tunnel.

Coming round the curve in the tunnel, sir, he said, I saw him at the end, like as if I saw him down a perspective glass, and there was no time to check speed, and I knew him to be very careful.

As he didn't seem to take heed of the whistle, I shut it off when we were running down upon him and called to him as loud as I could call,

What did you say?

I said, Below there, look out, look out, for God's sake, clear the way.

I started.

Oh, it was a dreadful time, sir.

I never left off calling to him.

I put this arm before my eyes, not to see, and I waved this arm to the last.

But it was no use.

without prolonging the narrative, to dwell on any one of its curious circumstances more than on any other.

I may, in closing it, point out the coincidence that the warning of the engine driver included not only the words which the unfortunate signalman had repeated to me as haunting him, but also the words which I myself, not he, had attached, and that only in my own mind.

to the gesticulation he had imitated.

In the next episode, we're summoned to court, where the foreman of the jury in a murder trial is plagued by strange visitations from the ghost of the man who has been killed.

Will the vengeful spirit ensure that justice is done?

And what will the accused have to say about it?