A modern Castle of Adolpho,
A correspondent sends the following remarkable story to the Dublin Evening Mail:
This is the age of discoveries, and one of such a startling nature has just been made in an English county that it seems out of place in the region of sober fact, and to belong purely to the atmosphere of the three volume novel.
Mere are the circumstances, the names for the moment I am not at liberty to indicate: The Earl
of — married not long ago, and brought his bride home to one of the old family mansions which members of the English
aristocracy regard with an affection amounting to veneration.
The lady, however, being more continental in her tastes, after a short residence in the apartments appropriated to her use, expressed a wish to have a boudoir
in the vicinity of her bed-room.
The noble Earl
would gladly have complied with the request, but, upon examination, it was found that the rooms, as sometimes happens in antique buildings, were so awkwardly distributed that by no conceivable plan of re-arrangement could the desired boudoir
be fitted in. Thereupon it became necessary to invoke professional assistance, and an eminent architect was summoned from London
He examined the house narrowly, and said there seemed to be nothing for it but to build one, though at the same time he could not resist the impression that there must be another undiscovered room somewhere in that wing of the mansion.
The noble Earl
laughed at the idea; the oldest servants and retainers of the family were questioned, and declared that they had never heard even a rumor of its existence.
The ordinary methods of tapping, &c., were resorted to, but without effect.
Still the architect retained his conviction, and declared himself ready to stake his professional reputation on the result.
at last consented to let the walls be bored, and, when an opening had been made, not only was the room found, but a night presented itself which almost defeats attempts at description.
The apartment was fitted up in the richest and most luxurious style of 150 years ago. A quantity of ladies' apparel lay about the room, jewels were scattered on the dressing table, and, but for the faded aspect which everything wore, the chamber might have been tenanted half an hour previously.
On approaching the bed the most curious sight of all was seen, and this is which affords the only clue to the mystery.
The couch held the skeleton of a woman, and on the floor, underneath the bed, half in and half out, lay another skeleton, that of a man, presenting evident traces of violence, and proving that, before he expired in that position, he must have received some dreadful injury.
The secret connected with this tale of blood has been well kept, for not merely had all tradition of the scene faded away, but even the existence of the room itself was forgotten.
The survivors probably walled up the apartment at the time, and its contents remained hermetically sealed up till the present day, when, according to the best calculations, after the lapse of a century and a half, daylight has accidentally penetrated into this chamber of horrors.