but as he walked cowards it, the head of the old man with no eyes suddenly appeared again at the window of the train. Garrett felt sick. He ran to the next car and jumped into it just as the train started to move. The next thing he knew was that a woman and her daughter were kindly helping him to sit down. They seemed rather worried about him. Mrs Simpson and her daughter were also travelling to Burnstow-on-Sea. They had an apartment there and during the journey they invited Garrett to stay with them. They soon became friends and spent a lot of time together. On the third evening of his stay, when Garrett was telling them about his work at the library, the daughter suggested that Garrett might be able to help them with a problem they had. ‘Yes; said her mother. ‘We’ll tell Mr Garrett our story and perhaps he’ll be able to help us.’ ‘I’ll certainly try,’ answered Garrett. ‘Well, began Mrs Simpson, ‘I had an old uncle called Dr Rant, and when he died he left directions that we should put his body in a special underground room under a field near his house, and that he should wear his ordinary clothes. Since then, many of the country people around there say that they have seen him in his old black coat. Anyway, he’s been dead for twenty years now. He had no wife or family - just me, his niece, and my cousin John. He had a lot of money and a big house and John and I hoped to receive half each when he died. But the day before he died, I was sitting near his bed when he suddenly opened his eyes and said, “Mary, I’ve left everything to John in my will, you know. You won’t get anything when I die.” This was a shock to me, because my husband and I were not rich and we needed the money, but I said nothing because I felt that he wanted to say something more. I was right. He continued, “But, Mary, I don’t like John and I think my will is wrong. I’ve decided that you should have everything ... but first you’ll have to find the letter in which I have written my new will and I’m not going to tell you where it
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