"Look, look, Harry!" continued Jasper in a tone of painful eagerness, "I see a light there in the corner!" It was the phantom. As before, the luminous cloud appeared to gather in the room, growing more and more intense each minute. Presently the dark lines mapped themselves out, as it were, in the midst of this pale, radiant vapor, and there stood Mr. Van Koeren, ghastly and mournful as ever, with the pot of tulips in his hands. "Do you see it?' I asked Jasper. "My God! yes," said Jasper, in a low voice. "How terrible he looks!" |