During what would prove to be one of my last visits to London, and only a few days before I left my solicitors firm, I had the honour of being entertained at a dinner party given by my partners. There were twelve of us altogether, Mr Leicester being the most senior. After dinner I turned the conversations upon the subject of the supernatural, and remarked that I did not think a dozen persons ever met without one of their number having seen a ghost.
“Now, who is here?” I asked, “who has seen a ghost?”
Sitting opposite me at the table was Mr. Simon Poates, solicitor, of 17, Charles Square, a young married man, about thirty-two, a member of the Worshipful Company of Haberdashers, and one of the earliest members of our association.
He said — “I do not believe in ghosts, but I have seen one.”
“Was it the ghost of a living or a dead person?”‘ I enquired.
The response was immediate, “A ghost of a dead person.”
“How long had it been dead?” “Nine years.”
“Where did you see it?” “In Rivington Street, near Hoxton.”
“In the day or night?” “At half-past 2 in the afternoon, in broad daylight.”
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