Adela got up and I accompanied her to the door. As I paused for an instant, idly watching the street after she disappeared, my attention was suddenly drawn to the graveyard and I caught sight of a filmy white… thing… with a dark blue scarf… and I must confess, when I glanced in the mirror a minute later, I looked like I had seen a ghost. But appearances are deceitful, as I told James Gregory.
What with the graveyard on the one hand, and Adela on the other, I really began to waste away those next few weeks. I slept little and ate less. Of course I do not believe in ghosts – certainly not – especially not ghosts from a “graveyard” where no one has been buried. Still, it was not exactly canny to look up from your dinner table and see the long shadows of the tombstones trailing on the grass, or to wake in the middle of the night with a pervasive consciousness of unexplored mystery next door. But Adela throve on it.