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“No, ma’am,” she replied; “there's some-
body talking, and I believe it’s in Joe’s room.
Let us go up and fetch the master.”

So we returned up-stairs, and soon my hus-
band stood with us at the door of Joe’s
room.

“Open the door, Joe!” cried my husband.
“Who have you got there?”

“ Nobody, please, sir,” said a trembling voice.

“Open the door at once!” said the mas-
ter, and in a moment it was opened. Joe
stood there very pale, but with no sort of fear
in his face. There was nobody in the room,
and as Joe had certainly been in bed, we con-
cluded he must have talked in his sleep, and,
perhaps, walked about also, for what we knew.

The day before the dinner-party, Cook came
and told me she felt sure there was something
wrong with Joe. He was so changed from
what he used to be; there was no getting
him to wake in the morning, and he seemed
so heavy with sleep, as if he had no rest at
night. Also Cook had proofs of his having
been in her kitchen after he was supposed
to have gone to bed; chairs were moved, and