4x-xx-xx ep29 The Spectre of Tappington

In this cave with restless sea, we are meant to call from out of the past stories, strange and weird. Bellkeeper told the bell so that all we know we are gathered again in the weird circle.

The Phantoms of a world gone by speak again the immortal tale. The Spectre of Tappington.

This house, Tappington Everard, called Tapton for short, as an antiquated but commodious manor house in the English countryside of Kent. It was built by our ancestor, Sir Giles Inglesby, who was high sheriff to Queen Elizabeth.

I, myself, am Tom Inglesby, fourteenth heir to this forbidding old house. Set on a grove of tall, dark trees, legends have sprung up about it that add gloom to its sinister reputation. One autumn weekend, during the grass season, every guest room in the manor house was occupied.

That is, everyone except the Oak Chamber. Little did we know that the unexpected arrival of our distant cousin and good friend, Lieutenant Charles Cifor, would cause the dark mysteries of that Oak room to intrude themselves upon us in such a strange way.

A telegram that morning had warned us of his arrival, that he was a leave, invalidate home from India. So it was with glad surprise and open arms that I welcomed the young Lieutenant to Tapton.

Well, Charles O. I say it is good to see you. Hello, Tom. How are you? Back from the land of the Rogers. What? Welcome to Tapton. Thanks, Tom. It's good to be back in England.

And, best of all, to be here with you and... And a Carolyn. I know that mine are not the charms that bring you here. But those are my lively, lovely sister. Well, here's your childhood harpsrope, almost falling down the stairs near the eagerness to greet you.