"Not in the Judge's House!" she said, and grew pale as she spoke. He explained the locality of the house, saying that he did not know its name.When he had finished she answered:"Aye, sure enough—sure enough the very place!It is the Judge's House sure enough." He asked her to tell him about the place, why so called, and what there was against it.She told him that it was so called locally because it had been many years before—how long she could not say, as she was herself from another part of the country, but she thought it must have been a hundred years or more—the abode of a judge who was held in great terror on account of his harsh sentences and his hostility to prisoners at Assizes.As to what there was against the house, itself she could not tell.She had often asked, but no one could inform her;but there was a general feeling that there was something, and for her own part she would not take all the money in Drinkwater's Bank and stay in the house an hour by herself.Then she apologized to Malcolmson for her disturbing talk. "It is too bad of me, sir, and you—and a young gentleman, too—if you will pardon me saying it, going to live there all alone.If you were my boy—and you'll excuse me for saying it—you wouldn't sleep there a night, not if I had to go there myself and pull the big alarm bell that's on that roof!"
The good creature was so manifestly in earnest, and was so kindly in her intentions, that Malcolmson, although amused, was touched. He told her kindly how much he appreciated her interest in him, and added:"But, my dear Mrs.Witham, indeed you need not be concerned about me!A man who is reading forthe Mathematical Tripos has too much to think of to be disturbed any any of these mysterious 'something', and his work is of too exact and prosaic a kind to allow of his having any corner in his mind for mysteries of any kind.Harmonical Progression, Permutations and Combinations, and Elliptic Functions have sufficient mysteries for me!" Mrs.Witham kindly undertook to see after his commissions, and he went himself to look for the old woman who had been recommended to him.When he returned to the Judge's House with her, after an interval of a couple of hours, he found Mrs.Witham herself waiting with several men and boys carrying parcels, and an upholsterer's man with a bed in a car, for she said, though tables and chairs might be all very well, a bed that hadn't been aired for mayhap fifty years was not proper for young bones to lie on.She was evidently curious to see the inside of the house;and though manifestly so afraid of the "something" that at the slightest sound she clutched on to Malcolmson, whom she never left for a moment, went over the whole place.