Sylvia and Kenneth Reith have been already for a long time on the search for a suitable home. They have already almost put whole London to this on the head in the last weeks to find the house corresponding to them. But despite all efforts, up till now they have stayed without success. They are without any aim mistaken through the streets, the hope to think a little what matches them or to which they match fade from day to day. We will already still find the fitting again and again say to himself, „. We mustn't give up hope.“
Today, but days were, again at which they could fling everything down and everything puke to this for such a one found. No-one but also really no-one could help them. Nothing could be found, it were not that way for it but for any incomprehensible reason had laid a certain style of their new home which did not have carried out for themselves by all appearance out ready they not, that.
They stopped off in a pub to drink a glass of beer and perhaps drown the dreams. Dreams to which they had adhered so long. It depressed both to abandon this dream of a grand villa. Perhaps they
should tell to themselves there is not such a house therefore we will buy a quite ordinary and set each other up in this comfortably.
The host was a fellow in love with life whom nothing could bowl over. He could not bear only one, and but, if one of his guests was depressed, sad or really furious. The condition of a samaritan then appeared and whether he wanted or not he had to help.
When he saw these two sad shapes he also tapped himself, a beer set himself to the two to the table without asking and found out without thinking it over for a long time: When he saw these two sad shapes he also tapped himself, a beer set himself to the two to the table without asking and found out without thinking it over for a long time: „What do you have for a problem, then? One can remove every problem. So also determine yours. Therefore tell stories.“
He took a firm sip made of his glass, it banged on the table and looked at the two imperiously with that. The two looked at and did not know how to begin what so properly with the host. She did not
invite this impudent, again: „What Na is?“
Kenneth edged himself heart. The host was a man, one could not differently but to tell him the whole truth. In the reason he would have become a tremendously good detective. There would have been no bandit of the world against him. Everyone would have unpacked.
Kenneth felt not even taken by surprise, as him began of their dreams to talk about the home of his own. „Yes find a home of one's own, primarily, however, if the dough is available, no problem really is now anyway.“ The host did not understand the two at the moment. „Yes, if one wants a modest cottage, then it already is not a problem. But we have to purchase, set us into the head, a kind of grand villa, in the Victorian style. They know like one-two hundred years ago. And we are looking for something like that.“
The host painted himself with his robust hand over his not shaved chin. „And this shall be a problem? There is such a house anyway and not once so far from here.“ He was interrupted by the neighbouring table precisely at this moment. „You
do not mean approximately the Hensen villa, Joe, anyway?“ The man at the neighbouring table must the listened his ear to an end has sharpened very much. Because the three talked in moderate clay.
Yes, I mean these „, why?“ Joe turned round to the neighbouring table.
„You know exactly“ and he took with that his beer got up and settled without being asked to the table with the threes. „It shall spit there. After all, the spirit have already seen others apart from me.“
„What you always have with these ghost stories. I already have the said many times there is not ghosts.“ Joe shook his prominent head.
„And I tell you there are ghosts there.“ The uninvited guest interfered again.
Kenneth was seizing the word at the moment, when Joe wanted to reply something again. „May I perhaps say something once, too?“ He looked into the round
After neither of the two others contradicted, Kenneth continued, „what is called Hensen villa here and is what called ghosts here?“ for Kenneth had caught fire. His eyes shone, they could or else shine because of friends and luck only because of excessive alcohol so.
Joe took deeply deep breath and the stranger started to tell.
„I no longer how long it has whitely been here, has a family lived in this house many years ago. You were conservative and had much staff also correspondingly. Among other things also black staff. This would be who, at that time, had not not taken on such people to himself to the satisfaction of his own so badly, then. She does not require any further explanation well that natural her staff exploited. You made use of it where they only could.“
It was interrupted by Joe brusquely: „Jeremaja, you stray from the topic!“
„Oh, excuse. Am, sometimes indulge myself something I but if I at this tell stories. So the
Family lived in seclusion and by which the population did not undergo all its pranks which did it with the blacks. Anyway the head of the household shall have misappropriated the girls and women of their staff again and again. Even the wife had been lively involved again and again. Until a girl was so very got one day, that she died of these consequences. It is still everything mentions got that the grandmother of this small had lived also on this well and the ladies and gentlemen proved with a curse briefly. These came to find out in a terrible way around the life who was to blame for death of their, though could nobody ever do anyway one found them with bodily members divided off in a field. You must have died a painful death. And since this time the curse of the old blacks works and they must in this house on all eternity around spirits. And I would like to emphasize once again I have already seen these spirits although nobody believes me here, too.“
The whole glass with a train it closed the story with this sentence, its glass of beer put to the lips and this one drank like a man come just from the desert had.
Joe shook his heavy head and mumbled into his: „All humbug. There are no spirits. This story only has been made up because these ruins are ancient.“
„These are correct in the smallest way.“ Jeremaja was outraged at Joe's mocking laughter.
„Yes and what is with this villa now? One can inspect it or even buy?“, Kenneth, were, however, also his wife see this house like only fire and flame, perhaps also take to its possession more.
„I only know shall already the many times have to sell this estate which has not turned out well in this to date, though tried, a notary who has his seat in the city centre.“ He spoke with an unimportant mine to the two. „I can give you the address, this is not a problem.“ He got up of his place and went behind his bar, leant to below so that could not he be seen any more rummaged around behind the bar, what could everybody hear in this room, stretched soon afterwards his head out again and trudged with heavy steps again to the table with that. He submitted this one to both pieces of paper unite, on which he quotedly has
and meant address and names of the notary succinctly there: „I would address directly the notary in your situation. He will be able to help you along for certain.“
With big eyes Kenneth and Sylvia accepted the visiting card, Joe got up of their place and Kenneth seized the powerful paw of Joe to shake it so so much all effort to snatch it from him again had got back. „How can I thank them only?“ Unless Kenneth worked himself with joy.
Both said goodbye to the funny society and wanted to make the way to the house to themselves open when Kenneth collapsed he had not the slightest idea yet where this villa would stand exactly, then. He turned round therefore once again and called to the society, where the villa may say to him anyway one would stand. Joe showed in southerly direction and thought about it that it is two blocks further. Kenneth said goodbye to everyone once again and made woman on the way to himself together with his there.
It could easily be found but, because not only by Joe's description it was an imposing house. One
could not do it see clearly. And Kenneth had to admit himself, people in the pub had not exaggerated. And Kenneth had to admit himself, people in the pub had not exaggerated. Imposing, massive and anyway a really beautiful sight. The years had for certain left their traces at this building. But this seemed not deterring but rather encouraging on the contrary to make more from this villa. The two already saw in spirit how it should shine in its old gleam again as the people who passed by this villa could not simply pass by without glancing at it curiously and astonishing of himself to give lute. She should look yes so again.
And but it seemed not quite that way as it should be. Yes, Kenneth felt even Sylvia shade unites over this house. Finally could the house burn in the hot sunbeams so as if somebody wanted to keep the sun away from its roof by force, because? But this shadow but rather dangerous did not work as protection. This one in this street ran, in an immediate proximity wanted to run past at this house so very dangerous that no-one. It was too many for the passers-by that Kenneth and also Sylvia stood directly in front of the villa. Fast step they left the area again. No-one claimed to have
to do something apparently with these ruins.
But Kenneth and Sylvia did not let themselves be put off. For her it was one of the most beautiful houses at all. And they had got into the head to take this house to her possession to let it shine in the old gleam again.
They walked on this in the daytime directly to the notary in the Kensingtenstreet without applying before. He could easily be found since a signpost from an enormous extent had him himself nailed the door. "If such a massive signpost represents his work, then he must be an important notary. But who can say this already?" Kenneth Aussage seemed more sarcastically than serious meant.
The bell which operated Kenneth roared by the house, like an unchecked earthquake. "If up till now nobody was awake in this house, then this bell must have woken him up now." Sylvia could not keep back a laughter.
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