NOTE<br >Have you ever notice6 how often， xvhen the co~p~v，~ s ~~xx-<br >genial and the night ages， the subiect of haunting will crop<br >up， and how many apparently hard-headed people have had<br >some eerie experiehce?<br > Any ~host story finds in me a ready customer， though I<br > and gentlemen in buff coats. And naturally with my obsession<br > about houses I find the idea of a haunted house extremely at-<br > tractive， in theory， if not in practice. I would avoid one with<br > only the slightest dubious reputation as I would the plague.<br > In my day I have been a great house-hunter， not only for<br > myself， for friends， even strangers. Advice to house-hunters<br > who do not wish to share a home with something un-<br > seen Pretend otherwise， say wistfully that the place<br > would be perfect if only . . . Out will come the story of<br > something on the stairs， the door that opens of its own accord，<br > the room that is always cold. Then take to your heels. If no<br > such story is forthcoming， propose a second inspection， and<br > take a dog. Dogs have a keen perception of the uncanny.<br > I don t claim to be psychic; I have never seen， never wish<br > to see， anything or anybody who isn t there， but I am respon-<br > sive to atmosphere and once， at a moment when I<br > thought-Something odd! my dog companion， a stolid， very<br > brave dachshund， suddenly screamed and fled. Oddly enougl~<br > when later， I took him to the notorious Borley Rectory， he<br ><br >