by John Buchan. Originally Published in Atlantic Magazine Dec. 1900. After losing his beloved wife to illness, John Ladlaw feels he's being watched by an unseen presence! A chill evening in the early October of the year 189--found me driving in a dogcart through the belts of antique woodland which form the lowland limits of the hilly parish of More. The Highland express, which brought me from the north, took me no farther than Perth. Thence it had been a slow journey in a disjointed local train, till I emerged on the platform at Morefoot, with a bleak prospect of pot stalks, coal heaps, Continue reading