‘Out through that window , three years ago to a day , her husband and her two young brothers went off for their day’s shooting. They never came back. In crossing the moor to their favorite snipe shooting ground they were all three engulfed in a treacherous piece of bog. It had been that dreadful wet summer you know, and places that were safe in other years gave way suddenly without warning.
Their bodies were never recovered. That was the dreadful part of it . ‘Poor aunt always thinks that they will come back someday, they and the little brown spaniel that was lost with them . and walk in at that window just as they used to do . That is why the window is kept open every evening till it is quite dusk . Poor dear aunt, she has often told me how they went out , her husband with his white waterproof coat over his arm, and Ronnie, her youngest brother , singing “Bertie why do you bound ?” as he always did to tease her because she said it got on her nerves .
Do you know, sometimes, on still, quite evenings like this, I almost get a creepy feeling that they will all walk in through that window......’
She broke off with a little shudder . It was a relief to Framton when the aunt bustled into the room with the whirl of apologies for being late in making her appearance .