04-01-02-不平静的坟墓 [23]
，carrying some blankets．
'Would you like any extra blankets on your bed，sir？' she asked．
'Ah， yes，thank you，'said Parkins．'I would like one．I think it's getting colder．'
'Which bed shall I put it on，sir？' the girl asked．
'What？ Why， the one I slept in last night，' replied Parkins．
'Yes，sir． But we thought you'd slept in both of them， sir．We had to make both of them this morning．'
'Really？How strange！'said Parkins．'I didn't touch the other bed except to put my suitcase on it when I unpacked． But you thought that someone had actually slept in it？'
'Oh yes，sir．The sheets and blankets were thrown all over the place．I thought you'd had bad dreams， sir．'
'Oh dear，' said Parkins．'Well，I'm sorry if I made extra work for you．Oh， I'm expecting a friend of mine from Cam- bridge to come for a few days and sleep in the other bed．That will be all right，I suppose？
'Oh yes，sir，'said the girl．'It's no trouble， I'm sure． Thank you， sir．'And she left the room .
That day Parkins tried very hard to improve his game，with some success， and the Colonel became even more friendly， and quite talkative．
'That was an extraordinary wind we had last night， he said as they were playing．'In my part of the country they would say that someone had been whistling for it．'
'Do they really believe in that kind of thing where you come from？'asked Parkins．
'They believe in it all over the place，'the Colonel replied． 'And，in my experience，there's usually some truth in what the country people say．'
There was a pause in the conversation while they continued with the game Then Parkins said，'I feel I should tell you， Colonel，that I hold very strong opinions on these matters．In fact，I don't believe at all in anything supernatural．'
'What？' cried the Colonel，'D'you mean to say that you don't believe in ghosts，or anything of that kind？'
'In nothing whatever of that kind，'replied Parkins． 'There is an explanation for everything， you see．In fact，'he went on，'I blew a whistle myself last night，and the wind seemed to come in answer to my call．But of course—'
The Colonel stopped and looked at him．'Whistling， were you？' he said．'What kind of whistle did you use？ Your turn to play，sir．'
Parkins hit his ball，and then told the Colonel about finding the old whistle in the Templar church．
'Well，sir，I'd be very careful about using a thing like that，'said the Colonel．'Who knows what the Templars used it for？ Dangerous lot of people，they were．'
He went on to give his opinions on the church，old and modern，and the two men had a very enjoyable argument． The morning passed so pleasantly that they continued to play golf together in the afternoon，then walked back in the evening light to the Globe．
As they turned the corner of the inn，the Colonel was nearly knocked down by a small boy who ran into him at high speed， and then remained holding on to him and crying．At first the Colonel was rather annoyed，but he soon saw that the boy was so frightened that he could not speak．
'What's the matter？What have you seen？Who has frightened you？ the two men asked together．
'Oh sir！I saw it wave at me out of the window， 'cried the boy，'and I don't like it．'
'What window？' said the Colonel crossly．'Explain your－ self，boy．'
'The front window in the inn，sir，upstairs．'
After several questions they learnt that the boy had been playing with his friends on the grass in front of the inn． When the others had gone home for their tea，he had looked up at the big front window and had seen something waving at him． It was a figure of some kind，in white．The boy couldn't see its face，but it had waved at him．There was something horrible about it，and it wasn't like a human being at all．
'It was someone trying to frighten you，'said the Colonel． 'Next time， like a brave little English boy， you throw a stone at it…Well，perhaps not that；but tell the people in the inn about it． Now，here's sixpence for you，and you'd better run along home for your tea．'
The two men went round to the front of the inn and looked up．There was only one window that fitted the description they had heard
'Would you like any extra blankets on your bed，sir？' she asked．
'Ah， yes，thank you，'said Parkins．'I would like one．I think it's getting colder．'
'Which bed shall I put it on，sir？' the girl asked．
'What？ Why， the one I slept in last night，' replied Parkins．
'Yes，sir． But we thought you'd slept in both of them， sir．We had to make both of them this morning．'
'Really？How strange！'said Parkins．'I didn't touch the other bed except to put my suitcase on it when I unpacked． But you thought that someone had actually slept in it？'
'Oh yes，sir．The sheets and blankets were thrown all over the place．I thought you'd had bad dreams， sir．'
'Oh dear，' said Parkins．'Well，I'm sorry if I made extra work for you．Oh， I'm expecting a friend of mine from Cam- bridge to come for a few days and sleep in the other bed．That will be all right，I suppose？
'Oh yes，sir，'said the girl．'It's no trouble， I'm sure． Thank you， sir．'And she left the room .
That day Parkins tried very hard to improve his game，with some success， and the Colonel became even more friendly， and quite talkative．
'That was an extraordinary wind we had last night， he said as they were playing．'In my part of the country they would say that someone had been whistling for it．'
'Do they really believe in that kind of thing where you come from？'asked Parkins．
'They believe in it all over the place，'the Colonel replied． 'And，in my experience，there's usually some truth in what the country people say．'
There was a pause in the conversation while they continued with the game Then Parkins said，'I feel I should tell you， Colonel，that I hold very strong opinions on these matters．In fact，I don't believe at all in anything supernatural．'
'What？' cried the Colonel，'D'you mean to say that you don't believe in ghosts，or anything of that kind？'
'In nothing whatever of that kind，'replied Parkins． 'There is an explanation for everything， you see．In fact，'he went on，'I blew a whistle myself last night，and the wind seemed to come in answer to my call．But of course—'
The Colonel stopped and looked at him．'Whistling， were you？' he said．'What kind of whistle did you use？ Your turn to play，sir．'
Parkins hit his ball，and then told the Colonel about finding the old whistle in the Templar church．
'Well，sir，I'd be very careful about using a thing like that，'said the Colonel．'Who knows what the Templars used it for？ Dangerous lot of people，they were．'
He went on to give his opinions on the church，old and modern，and the two men had a very enjoyable argument． The morning passed so pleasantly that they continued to play golf together in the afternoon，then walked back in the evening light to the Globe．
As they turned the corner of the inn，the Colonel was nearly knocked down by a small boy who ran into him at high speed， and then remained holding on to him and crying．At first the Colonel was rather annoyed，but he soon saw that the boy was so frightened that he could not speak．
'What's the matter？What have you seen？Who has frightened you？ the two men asked together．
'Oh sir！I saw it wave at me out of the window， 'cried the boy，'and I don't like it．'
'What window？' said the Colonel crossly．'Explain your－ self，boy．'
'The front window in the inn，sir，upstairs．'
After several questions they learnt that the boy had been playing with his friends on the grass in front of the inn． When the others had gone home for their tea，he had looked up at the big front window and had seen something waving at him． It was a figure of some kind，in white．The boy couldn't see its face，but it had waved at him．There was something horrible about it，and it wasn't like a human being at all．
'It was someone trying to frighten you，'said the Colonel． 'Next time， like a brave little English boy， you throw a stone at it…Well，perhaps not that；but tell the people in the inn about it． Now，here's sixpence for you，and you'd better run along home for your tea．'
The two men went round to the front of the inn and looked up．There was only one window that fitted the description they had heard