The Ghost of Sir Herbert Dungeonstone
The Ghost of Sir Herbert Dungeonstone
“said the ghost, floating toward them, “ees French. You say like thees: scah-peek-AY. You try eet.”
“Scah-peek-AY,” murmured the three.
“Bon!” The ghost kissed the tips of his fingers. “Now tell me, why haf I been called from my peaceful eternal rest?”
“Sir Jeffrey was married to Auntie Lobelia,” Angus told the others before bowing politely to the new ghost. “We need help, sir,” he said, “to get rid of Herbert Dungeonstone’s ghost. He’s wrecking our school.”
“The fiend!” cried Sir Jeffrey. He dr...ew his sword. “I shall right thees wrong! I shall send heem back to hees grave! But first, I must see my lovely Lady Lobelia.”
“Couldn’t you see her after you get rid of the ghost, Sir Jeffrey?” asked Angus. “He’s really doing a job on this old castle.”
“No, no, no.” Sir Jeffrey wagged a finger at them. “That weel never do. A proper knight must be sent into battle by a fair damsel. Lady Lobelia weel geev to me a love token. A perfumed hankie, perhaps.MoreLess
“Scah-peek-AY,” murmured the three.
“Bon!” The ghost kissed the tips of his fingers. “Now tell me, why haf I been called from my peaceful eternal rest?”
“Sir Jeffrey was married to Auntie Lobelia,” Angus told the others before bowing politely to the new ghost. “We need help, sir,” he said, “to get rid of Herbert Dungeonstone’s ghost. He’s wrecking our school.”
“The fiend!” cried Sir Jeffrey. He dr...ew his sword. “I shall right thees wrong! I shall send heem back to hees grave! But first, I must see my lovely Lady Lobelia.”
“Couldn’t you see her after you get rid of the ghost, Sir Jeffrey?” asked Angus. “He’s really doing a job on this old castle.”
“No, no, no.” Sir Jeffrey wagged a finger at them. “That weel never do. A proper knight must be sent into battle by a fair damsel. Lady Lobelia weel geev to me a love token. A perfumed hankie, perhaps.MoreLess
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