Mrs Brooks pondered on the delay, and on what probable relation the visitor who had called so early bore to the couple upstairs.
Mrs Brooks hastened downstairs, opened the front door, and ran into the street.
On one side of the church extends a wide woody dell, along which raves a large brook among broken rocks and trunks of fallen trees.
About two hundred yards from the tree, a small brook crossed the road, and ran into a marshy and thickly-wooded glen, known by the name of Wiley's Swamp.
In the dark shadow of the grove, on the margin of the brook, he beheld something huge, misshapen and towering.
The wavering reflection of a silver star in the bosom of the brook told him that he was not mistaken.
In one part of the road leading to the church was found the saddle trampled in the dirt; the tracks of horses' hoofs deeply dented in the road, and evidently at furious speed, were traced to the bridge, beyond which, on the bank of a broad part oœ the brook, where the water ran deep and black, was found the hat of the unfortunate Ichabod, and close beside it a shattered pumpkin.
Within a quarter of an hour we had been dropped at the door of the physician's residence in Brook Street, one of those sombre, flat-faced houses which one associates with a West-End practice.
But we may sleep on it now, for I shall be surprised if we do not hear something further from Brook Street in the morning.
Such were the singular circumstances in connection with the Resident Patient and the Brook Street Doctor.