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"Who the devil was that rode with me as Number Twenty-four? It was it was like Sergeant Burker." "It was Sergeant Burker, Sir," said I. "I knew it was," he replied, and added: "Man, you and I are fey." "Will you tell Major Jackson of this, Sir?" I begged. "He knows I have seen Burker's ghost here before, and tells me it is a hallucination." "I'll go and see him now." he replied.
At the next Sergeants' Dance at the Institute I did not like Burker's manner to my wife at all. It was well, amorous, and tinged with a shade of proprietorship. I distinctly heard him call her "Dolly," and equally distinctly saw an expressively affectionate look in her eyes as he hugged her in the waltzes whereof they indulged in no less than five. My position was awkward and unpleasant.
It was a diamond ring, and the scoundrel must have given a couple of months' pay for it if he had paid for it at all. I thrust aside the sudden conviction that Burker's own taste could not have been responsible for its choice and that it was selected by my wife. "Why should he give you this, Dolores?" I asked. "Will you tell me or must I go to him?"
It happened five minutes after he had said to me, with a queer look in his eyes, and a queer note in his voice, "Man! you and I are fey".... So it is no hallucination and I am haunted by Burker's ghost. Very good. I will fight Burker on his own ground. My ghost shall haunt Burker's ghost or I shall be at peace.
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