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Updated: June 24, 2025
Begging your pardon, sir," the man went on, "the old lady in the distance there hangs about the whole of the time. Some of my men are half scared of her." Dominey swung around. On a mound a little distance away in the park, Rachael Unthank was standing.
Her ladyship's mad because of the horror of that night, but Mother Unthank is mad with hate, and there isn't a week passes," the old man went on, his voice dropping lower and his eyes burning, "that Roger Unthank's spirit don't come and howl for your blood beneath their window.
"Not a scrap," was the blunt reply, "except that Lady Dominey is of so sweet and gentle a nature " The doctor paused abruptly. His visitor's fingers had strayed across his throat. "That's a different matter," the former continued fiercely. "That's just where the weak spot in her brain remains. If you ask me, I believe it's pandered to by Mrs. Unthank.
She studied him curiously. There were times when he seemed wholly incomprehensible to her. "Are you still worried about that Unthank affair?" she asked. He hesitated for a moment. "There is still an aftermath to our troubles," he told her, "one cloud which leans over us. I shall clear it up in time, but other things may happen first."
"There was an infernal yell underneath this window." "That was the spirit of Roger Unthank, for sure," Middleton pronounced, with a little shudder. "When he do come out of that wood, he do call." "Spirits," his master pointed out, "do not leave tracks like that behind." Middleton considered the matter.
"The idea is, I believe," he said, "that the ghost makes his way out from the wood and sits on the terrace underneath Lady Dominey's window. All bunkum, of course, but I can assure you that every servant and caretaker we've had there has given notice within a month. That is the sole reason why I haven't ventured to recommend long ago that you should get rid of Mrs. Unthank."
The old man turned patiently around. "Just that, sir," he replied. "It's round the house most weeks. Except for me odd nights, and Mrs. Unthank, there's been scarcely a servant would sleep in the Hall for years. Some of the maids they do come up from the village, but back they go before nightfall, and until morning there isn't a living soul would cross the path no, not for a hundred pounds."
The second assistant, Keats Unthank, was the nephew of one of Morgan's Raiders. The book reviewer, Jackson Rockingham, had been the youngest soldier in the Confederate army, having appeared on the field of battle with a sword in one hand and a milk-bottle in the other. The art editor, Roncesvalles Sykes, was a third cousin to a nephew of Jefferson Davis.
"It's tied up, hand and foot. You can see where the spirit of Roger Unthank has hidden itself." "Bosh!" the doctor answered, with grim contempt. "It's Roger Unthank himself. The beast!" A little stream of servants came running out. Dominey gave a few orders quickly. "Ring up the garage," he directed, "and I shall want one of the men to go into Norwich to the hospital.
"Why?" he asked. "You don't know about these things, of course," she went on, "but Roger Unthank was in love with me, although I had scarcely ever spoken to him, before I married Everard. I think I told you that much yesterday, didn't I? After I was married, the poor man nearly went out of his mind. He gave up his work and used to haunt the park here.
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