In the tradition of Edith Wharton, Charles Dickens, and Henry James, Ellen Glasgow gives us the gothic ghost and a psychological puzzle. Do you believe, or is it madness?

Beautifully written and exactly the kind of ghostly tale that I enjoy. Thanks to Kathleen for steering me to this delightful way to end the haunts of October. Now on to tales of gratitude for the Thanksgiving Season. ( )

Opening lines:
When the call came I remember that I turned from the telephone in a romantic flutter. Though I had spoken only once to the great surgeon, Roland Maradick, I felt on that December afternoon that to speak to him only once—to watch him in the operating- room for a single hour —was an adventure which drained the color and the excitement from the rest of life. ( )

Opening lines:
When the call came I remember that I turned from the telephone in a romantic flutter. Though I had spoken only once to the great surgeon, Roland Maradick, I felt on that December afternoon that to speak to him only once—to watch him in the operating- room for a single hour —was an adventure which drained the color and the excitement from the rest of life. ( )

Opening lines:
When the call came I remember that I turned from the telephone in a romantic flutter. Though I had spoken only once to the great surgeon, Roland Maradick, I felt on that December afternoon that to speak to him only once—to watch him in the operating- room for a single hour —was an adventure which drained the color and the excitement from the rest of life. ( )

Opening lines:
When the call came I remember that I turned from the telephone in a romantic flutter. Though I had spoken only once to the great surgeon, Roland Maradick, I felt on that December afternoon that to speak to him only once—to watch him in the operating- room for a single hour —was an adventure which drained the color and the excitement from the rest of life. ( )