“’I think you should at least consider James’s offer, Father,’ Agnes rebuked him. ‘This whole business is affecting your nerves. Better get rid of the place and move to Dublin.’
“ ‘Nonsense!’ snapped her father. I shall see it through. I will hear no more.’
“We went to bed early that night, and I confess, I spent some time analyzing my feelings for Agnes before dropping into a dozing slumber.
“The crying woke me. I hauled on a dressing gown and hastened to the window through which a full white moon sent its soft light. The cry was like a banshee’s wail. It seemed to be coming from above me. I hastened from the room and in the corridor outside I came across Jack Phillimore, similarly attired in a dressing gown. His face looked ghastly.
“ ‘Tell me that I am not dreaming, Holmes,’ he cried.
“ ‘Not unless we share a dream,’ I replied tersely. “ ‘Do you have a revolver?’
“He looked startled.
“ ‘What do you hope to achieve with a revolver?’ he demanded.
“ T think it might be efficacious in dealing with ghosts, ghouls, and apparitions.’ I smiled thinly.
“Phillimore shook his head.
“ ‘The guns are locked below in the gun room. My father has the key.’
“ ‘Ah well,’ I replied in resignation, ‘we can probably proceed without them. This crying is emanating from above. What’s up there?’
“ ‘The turret room. That’s where Father said he saw the apparition before.’
“ ‘Lead me to the turret room, then.’
“Spurred on by the urgency of my tone, Phillimore turned to lead the way. We flew up the stairs of a circular tower and emerged onto a flat roof. At the far end of the building rose a similar, though larger, tower or, more accurately, a round turret. Encircling it, ten feet above the roof level there ran a small balcony.
“’My God!’ cried Phillimore, halting so abruptly that I cannoned in to him.
“It took me a moment to recover before I saw what had caused his distress. On this balcony there stood the figure of a small boy. He was clearly lit in the bright moonlight and yet, yet I will tell you no lie, Watson, his entire body and clothes glowed with a strange luminescence. The boy it was who was letting out the eerie, wailing sounds.
“ ‘Do you see it, Holmes?’ cried Phillimore.
“ ‘I see the young rascal, whoever he is!’ I yelled, running toward the tower over the flat roof.
“Then the apparition was gone. How or where, I did not observe.
“I reached the base of the tower and looked for a way to scramble up to the balcony. There was only one way of egress from the roof. A small door in the tower which seemed clearly barred on the inside.
“ ‘Come, Phillimore, the child is escaping!’ I cried in frustration.
“ ‘Escaping, eh?’ It was the colonel who emerged out of the darkness behind us. His face was ashen. He was clad only in his pajamas. ‘Specters don’t need to escape, eh! No, sir! Now that you have seen it, too, I can say I am not mad. At least, not mad, eh?’
“ ‘How do I get into the turret?’ I demanded, ignoring the colonels ranting.
“ ‘Boarded up for years, Holmes,’ Phillimore explained, moving to support his frail father for fear the old man might topple over. ‘There’s no way anyone could have entered or left it.’
“ ‘Someone did,’ I affirmed. ‘That was no specter. I think this has been arranged. I think you should call in the police.’
“The colonel refused to speak further of the matter and retired to bed. I spent most of the night checking the approaches to the turret room and was forced to admit that all means of entrance and exit seemed perfectly secured. But I was sure that when I started to run across the roof toward the tower, the boy had bobbed away with such a startled expression that no selfrespecting ghost in the middle of haunting would have assumed.
“The next morning, over breakfast, I was forceful in my exhortations to the colonel that he should put the matter forthwith in the hands of the local police. I told him that I had no doubts that some bizarre game was afoot. The colonel had recovered some of his equilibrium and listened attentively to my arguments.
“Surprisingly, the opposition came from Agnes. She was still in favor of her father departing the house and putting an end to the curse.
“We were just finishing breakfast when Malone announced the arrival of Professor Moriarty.
“Agnes went to join him in the library while we three finished our meal, by the end of which, Colonel Phillimore had made up his mind to follow my advice. It was decided that we accompany Colonel Phillimore directly after breakfast to discuss the matter with the local Inspector of the Royal Irish Constabulary. Agnes and Moriarty joined us, and having heard the story from Agnes, Moriarty actually said that it was the best course of action, although Agnes still had her doubts. In fact, Moriarty offered to accompany us. Agnes excused herself a little ungraciously, I thought, because she had arranged to make an inventory of the wines in the cellar.
“So the Colonel, Phillimore, Moriarty, and I agreed to walk the two miles into the town. It must be observed that a few miles’ walk was nothing for those who lived in the country in those days. Now, in London, everyone is forever hailing hansom carriages even if they merely desire to journey to the end of the street.
“We left the house and began to stroll down the path. We had barely gone twenty yards when the colonel, casting an eye at the sky, excused himself and said he needed his umbrella and would be but a moment. He turned, hurried back to his front door, and entered. That was when he disappeared from this world forever.
“The three of us waited patiently for a few moments. Moriarty then said that if we continued to stroll at an easy pace, the colonel would catch us up. Yet when we reached the gates of the estate, I began to grow concerned that there was still no sign of the colonel. I caused our party to wait at the gates. Ten minutes passed, and then I felt I should return to find out what had delayed the Colonel.
“The umbrella was still in the hall stand. There was no sign of the colonel. I rang the bell for old Malone and he swore that as far as he was aware the colonel had left with us and had not returned. There was no budging him on that point. Grumbling more than a little, he set off to the colonel’s room; I went to the study. Soon the entire house was being searched as Jack Phillimore and Moriarty arrived back to discover the cause of the delay.
“It was then that Agnes emerged from the cellars, looking a little disheveled, an inventory in her hand. When she heard that her father had simply vanished, she grew distraught and Malone had to fetch the brandy.
“In the wine cellar, she told me, she had heard and seen nothing. Moriarty volunteered to search the cellar just to make the examination of the house complete. I told Phillimore to look after his sister and accompanied Moriarty. While I disliked the man, there was no doubt that Moriarty could hardly have engineered the colonel’s disappearance as he had left the house with us and remained with us outside the house. Naturally, our search of the cellars proved futile. They were large, and one could probably have hidden a whole army in them if one so desired. But the entrance from the hall led to the area used for wine storage, and no one could have descended into the cellar without passing this area and thus being seen by Agnes. No answer to Colonel James Phillimore’s disappearance presented itself to me.
“I spent a week at Tullyfane attempting to form some conclusion. The local RIC eventually gave up the search. I had to return to Oxford, and it became obvious to me that neither Agnes nor Moriarty required my company further. After that, I had but one letter from Jack Phillimore, and this several months later and postmarked at Marseille.
“Apparently, at the end of two weeks, a suicide note was found in the colonels desk stating that he could not stand the strange hauntings in Tullyfane Abbey. Rather than await the terrible death on his fiftieth birthday, he proposed to put an end to it himself. There was attached a new will, giving the estate to Agnes in acknowledgment of her forthcoming marriage and the house in Stephen’s Green to Jack. Phillimore wrote that although the will was bizarre, and there was no proof of his fathers death, he nevertheless had refused to contest it. I heard later that this was against the advice of Phillimore’s solicitor. But it seemed that Jack Phillimore wanted no part of the curse or the estate. He wished his sister joy of it and then took himself to Africa as a missionary where, two years later, I heard that he had been killed in some native uprising in British East Africa. It was not even on his fiftieth birthday. So much for curses.
“And Agnes Phillimore? She married James Moriarty and the property passed to him. She was dead within six months. She drowned in a boating accident when Moriarty was taking her to Beginish, just off the Kerry coast,
