Chapter 22

My lawyer friend rubbed his bald forehead with his hand and he looked just like Shakespeare after the way he had done it professionally. When I asked him, he took a big sniff and said:

My bedroom is haunted by the judge's ghost.

At that time, everyone asked, “Who is the judge?” He rubbed his hair and straightened his dress while sitting on the bench, then said:

As I stayed in the great white chair by my fire, after we had all gone by night to our private chambers, I saw and heard him, I will never forget the description he gave me nor have I ever forgotten him since I first heard him.

my sister said:

"So have you ever seen and heard it, Mr. Andy?"

"mostly."

"So, therefore, he is not a stranger to this house?"

"Of course and he may have been here in many periods of quiet leisure, this may be meaningless but his story has come to haunt me."

We all demanded the story after it was said, hoping that story would haunt us too. My lawyer