"'I did,' I said, 'as I am a living man, but who is it? It is not the Cardinal?'

"'No,' said the master very gravely, 'this man was publicly hanged by his enemies on a gibbet at the Market Cross of Stirling on April 1st, 1571.'

"'But who was he?' I asked, imploringly.

"'The man, or ghost, you saw,' said master, 'was Archbishop John Hamilton of St Andrews—in his own Castle grounds where he once reigned supreme.'"

I said farewell to Mr Anklebone, and as I thought over his extraordinary story journeying home in the train, I could not help repeating over and over again to myself that very curious name that seemed to rhyme with the motion of the train—Concrikketty Anklebone.