chamber.

A new chamber?" he repeated. "Wherefore so? What chamber?"

'Tis one above the chapel," answered the messenger.

It hath stood long empty," said Dick, musing. "What manner of room is

it?"

Nay, a brave room," returned the man. "But yet"--lowering his

voice--"they call it haunted."

"Haunted?" repeated Dick, with a chill. "I have not heard of it. Nay,

then, and by whom?"

The messenger looked about him; and then, in a low whisper, "By the

sacrist of St. John's," he said. "They had him there to sleep one night,

and in the morning--whew!--he was gone. The devil had taken him, they

said; the more betoken, he had drunk late the night before."

Dick followed the man with black forebodings.

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