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wail。
He resumed。 〃Now； sir； mark this； and judge how my mind is troubled。
The spectre came back a week ago。 Ever since； it has been there； now and
again； by fits and starts。〃
〃At the light？〃
〃At the Danger…light。〃
〃What does it seem to do？〃
He repeated； if possible with increased passion and vehemence； that
former gesticulation of； 〃For God's sake； clear the way！〃
Then he went on。 〃I have no peace or rest for it。 It calls to me； for
many minutes together； in an agonised manner； 'Below there！ Look out！
Look out！' It stands waving to me。 It rings my little bell〃
I caught at that。 〃Did it ring your bell yesterday evening when I was
here； and you went to the door？〃
〃Twice。〃
〃Why； see；〃 said I； 〃how your imagination misleads you。 My eyes
were on the bell； and my ears were open to the bell； and if I am a living
man； it did NOT ring at those times。 No； nor at any other time； except
when it was rung in the natural course of physical things by the station
communicating with you。〃
He shook his head。 〃I have never made a mistake as to that yet； sir。 I
have never confused the spectre's ring with the man's。 The ghost's ring is a
strange vibration in the bell that it derives from nothing else； and I have
not asserted that the bell stirs to the eye。 I don't wonder that you failed to
hear it。 But I heard it。〃
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〃And did the spectre seem to be there； when you looked out？〃
〃It WAS there。〃'
〃Both times？〃
He repeated firmly： 〃Both times。〃
〃Will you come to the door with me； and look for it now？〃
He bit his under lip as though he were somewhat unwilling； but arose。
I opened the door； and stood on the step； while he stood in the doorway。
There was the Danger…light。 There was the dismal mouth of the tunnel。
There were the high； wet stone walls of the cutting。 There were the stars
above them。
〃Do you see it？〃 I asked him； taking particular note of his face。 His
eyes were prominent and strained； but not very much more so； perhaps；
than my own had been when I had directed them earnestly towards the
same spot。
〃No；〃 he answered。 〃It is not there。〃
〃Agreed；〃 said I。
We went in again； shut the door； and resumed our seats。 I was thinking
how best to improve this advantage； if it might be called one； when he
took up the conversation in such a matter…of…course way； so assuming that
there could be no serious question of fact between us； that I felt myself
placed in the weakest of positions。
〃By this time you will fully understand； sir；〃 he said； 〃that what
troubles me so dreadfully is the question； What does the spectre mean？〃
I was not sure； I told him； that I did fully understand。
〃What is its warning against？〃 he said； ruminating； with his eyes on
the fire； and only by times turning them on me。 〃What is the danger？
Where is the danger？ There is danger overhanging somewhere on the Line。
Some dreadful calamity will happen。 It is not to be doubted this third time；
after what has gone before。 But surely this is a cruel haunting of me。 What
can I do？〃
He pulled out his handkerchief； and wiped the drops from his heated
forehead。
〃If I telegraph Danger； on either side of me； or on both； I can give no
reason for it；〃 he went on； wiping the palms of his hands。 〃I should get
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into trouble； and do no good。 They would think I was mad。 This is the way
it would work；Message： 'Danger！ Take care！' Answer： 'What Danger？
Where？' Message： 'Don't know。 But； for God's sake； take care！' They
would displace me。 What else could they do？〃
His pain of mind was most pitiable to see。 It was the mental torture of
a conscientious man； oppressed beyond endurance by an unintelligible
responsibility involving life。
〃When it first stood under the Danger…light；〃 he went on； putting his
dark hair back from his head； and drawing his hands outward across and
across his temples in an extremity of feverish distress； 〃why not tell me
where that accident was to happen；if it must happen？ Why not tell me
how it could be averted；if it could have been averted？ When on its
second coming it hid its face； why not tell me； instead； 'She is going to die。
Let them keep her at home'？ If it came； on those two occasions； only to
show me that its warnings were true； and so to prepare me for the third；
why not warn me plainly now？ And I； Lord help me！ A mere poor signal…
man on this solitary station！ Why not go to somebody with credit to be
believed； and power to act？〃
When I saw him in this state； I saw that for the poor man's sake； as
well as for the public safety； what I had to do for the time was to compose
his mind。 Therefore； setting aside all question of reality or unreality
between us； I represented to him that whoever thoroughly discharged his
duty must do well； and that at least it was his comfort that he understood
his duty； though he did not understand these confounding Appearances。 In
this effort I succeeded far better than in the attempt to reason him out of
his conviction。 He became calm； the occupations incidental to his post as
the night advanced began to make larger demands on his attention： and I
left him at two in the morning。 I had offered to stay through the night； but
he would not hear of it。
That I more than once looked back at the red light as I ascended the
pathway； that I did not like the red light； and that I should have slept but
poorly if my bed had been under it； I see no reason to conceal。 Nor did I
like the two sequences of the accident and the dead girl。 I see no reason to
conceal that either。
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But what ran most in my thoughts was the consideration how ought I
to act； having become the recipient of this disclosure？ I had proved the
man to be intelligent； vigilant； painstaking； and exact； but how long might
he remain so； in his state of mind？ Though in a subordinate position； still
he held a most important trust； and would I （for instance） like to stake my
own life on the chances o