That gentleman came down, and immediately recognized the person who had, for such a length of time, frightened the neighborhood as the _Shan-dhinne-dhuv_ or the Black Spectre.

He was shown into the parlor, and, as there was no one present, the following dialogue took place, freely and confidentially, between them:-- "You must fly," said the Spectre, or, in other words, the conjurer, whom we have already described,--"you must fly, for you are to be arrested this night.

Our establishment for the forgery of bad notes must also be given up, and the Haunted House must be deserted.

The magistrates, somehow, have smelled out the truth, and we must change our lodgings.

We dodged them pretty well, but, after all, these things can't last long.
On to-morrow night I bid farewell to the neighborhood; but you cannot wait so long, because on this very night you are to be arrested.