He said that it did sometimes happen that way， though--that a man did sometimes lay on the right card， by accident.
Our curate said it was， however， the most unfortunate thing a man could do for himself， if he only knew it， because， when a man tried and won， it gave him a taste for the so-called sport， and it lured him on into risking again and again； until he had to retire from the contest， a broken and ruined man.
Then he did the trick again. Mr. Coombes said it was the card next the coal-scuttle this time， and wanted to put five shillings on it.
We laughed at him， and tried to persuade him against it. He would listen to no advice， however， but insisted on plunging.
Our curate said very well then： he had warned him， and that was all that he could do. If he (Mr. Coombes) was determined to make a fool of himself， he (Mr. Coombes) must do so.
Our curate said he should take the five shillings and that would put things right again with the blanket fund.
So Mr. Coombes put two half-crowns on the card next the coal-scuttle and turned it up.
Sure enough， it was the queen again！
After that， Uncle John had a florin on， and HE won.
And then we all played at it； and we all won. All except the curate， that is. He had a very bad quarter of an hour. I never knew a man have such hard luck at cards. He lost every time.
We had some more punch after that； and Uncle made such a funny mistake in brewing it： he left out the whisky. Oh， we did laugh at him， and we made him put in double quantity afterwards， as a forfeit.
Oh， we did have such fun that evening！
And then， somehow or other， we must have got on to ghosts； because the next recollection I have is that we were telling ghost stories to each other.
TEDDY BIFFLES' STORY
Teddy Biffles told the first story， I will let him repeat it here in his own words.
(Do not ask me how it is that I recollect his own exact words-- whether I took them down in shorthand at the time， or whether he had the story written out， and handed me the MS. afterwards for publication in this book， because I should not tell you if you did. It is a trade secret.)
Biffles called his story - 第一章JOHNSON AND EMILY OR THE FAITHFUL GHOST (Teddy Biffles' Story)
I was little more than a lad when I first met with Johnson. I was home for the Christmas holidays， and， it being Christmas Eve， I had been allowed to sit up very late. On opening the door of my little bedroom， to go in， I found myself face to face with Johnson， who was coming out. It passed through me， and uttering a long low wail of misery， disappeared out of the staircase window.
I was startled for the moment--I was only a schoolboy at the time， and had never seen a ghost before，--and felt a little nervous about going to bed. But， on reflection， I remembered that it was only sinful people that spirits could do any harm to， and so tucked myself up， and went to sleep.
In the morning I told the Pater what I had seen.
"Oh yes， that was old Johnson，" he answered. "Don't you be frightened of that； he lives here." And then he told me the poor thing's history.
It seemed that Johnson， when it was alive， had loved， in early life， the daughter of a former lessee of our house， a very beautiful girl， whose Christian name had been Emily. Father did not know her other name.
Johnson was too poor to marry the girl， so he kissed her good-bye， told her he would soon be back， and went off to Australia to make his fortune.
But Australia was not then what it became later on. Travellers through the bush were few and far between in those early days； and， even when one was caught， the portable property found upon the body was often of hardly sufficiently negotiable value to pay the simple funeral expenses rendered necessary. So that it took Johnson nearly twenty years to make his fortune.
The self-imposed task was accomplished at last， however， and then， having successfully eluded the police， and got clear out of the Colony， he returned to England， full of hope and joy， to claim his bride.
