In a remote village in the west of Ireland, a light mist rose from
the lake behind Hennessy Castle. The afternoon was becoming
increasingly gray and brooding as clouds gathered and the skies
turned threatening. Inside the castle the fireplaces were lit,
providing a cheery warmth for the guests who were already
anticipating a wonderful evening meal in the elegant
eighteenth-century dining room.
The massive front doors of the castle opened slowly, and newlyweds
Regan and Jack Reilly stepped out onto the driveway in their
jogging clothes. They'd arrived on an overnight flight from New
York, slept for several hours, and decided a quick jog might help
alleviate the inevitable jet lag.
Jack looked at his thirty-one-year-old bride, touched her hair, and
smiled. "We're in our native land, Mrs. Reilly. Our Irish roots lie
Anyone who saw the handsome couple wouldn't have questioned those
roots. Jack was six foot two, with sandy hair, hazel eyes, a firm
jaw, and a winning smile. Regan had blue eyes, fair skin, and dark
hair -- she was one of the black Irish.
"Well, it certainly is green around here," Regan observed as she
glanced around at the lush gardens, wooded trails, and rolling
lawn. "Everything is so still and quiet."
"After last week, still and quiet sounds good to me," Jack said.
Together they broke into a jog and crossed a pedestrian bridge that
traversed a stream in front of the castle. They turned left and
headed down an isolated country road that the concierge told them
led right into the village. The only sound was their sneakers
hitting the pavement. At a curve in the road they passed an old
stone church that looked deserted.
Regan pointed toward the steepled building. "I'd love to take a
look in there tomorrow."
Jack nodded. "We will." He glanced up at the sky. "I think that
rain is coming in faster than we expected. This jog is going to be
But when the road ended at the tiny village, a graveyard with
darkened gravestones proved irresistible to Regan. A set of stone
steps to their left led up to a courtyard where a broken stone wall
surrounded the cemetery. "Jack, let's take a quick look."
"The funeral director's daughter," Jack said affectionately. "You
never met a graveyard you didn't like."
Regan smiled. "Those tombstones must be centuries old."
They hurried up the steps, turned right, and stopped in their
tracks. The first tombstone they spotted said reilly.
"This is a good omen," Jack muttered.
Regan leaned forward. "May Reilly. Born in 1760 and died in 1822.
There don't seem to be any other Reillys here with her."
"Just as long as there aren't any named Regan or Jack."
Regan was deep in thought. "You know that joke my father always
tells? The one about how an Irishman proposes?"
"You want to be buried with my mother?"
"That's the one. It looks like poor May didn't have anyone, not
even a mother-in-law."
"Some people would consider that a good thing." Jack grabbed
Regan's hand as large drops of rain started to come down. "Tomorrow
we'll spend as much time as you want here figuring out what went
wrong in these people's lives. Come on."
Regan smiled. "I can't help it. I'm an investigator."
"So am I."
They didn't encounter a single soul as they ran through the tiny
village, which consisted of a pharmacy, two pubs, a souvenir shop,
and a butcher. They wound around and jogged back to the castle
where they showered and changed.
At 7:30 they went down to dinner and were seated at a table by a
large window overlooking the garden. The rain had stopped, and the
night was peaceful. Their waiter greeted them warmly.
"Welcome to Hennessy Castle. I trust you're enjoying yourselves so
"We certainly are," Regan answered. "But we stopped by the
graveyard in town, and the first tombstone we saw had our name on
The waiter whistled softly. "You were looking at old May Reilly's
grave. She was a talented lacemaker who supposedly haunts the
castle, but we haven't heard from her for a while."
"She haunts this place?" Regan asked.
"Apparently May was always complaining that she wasn't appreciated.
One of her lace tablecloths is in a display case upstairs in the
memorabilia room. She made it for a special banquet of dignitaries
who were visiting the Hennessy family, but May got sick and died
before they paid her. Legend is that she keeps coming back for her
"Sounds like one of my cousins," Jack said.
"I don't blame her," Regan protested. "She should have been
At 4:00 a.m. Regan woke with a start. Jack was sleeping peacefully
beside her. The rain had started up again and sounded as if it was
coming down harder than before. Regan slipped out of bed and
crossed the spacious room to close the window. As she pulled back
the curtain, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky. Regan
looked down and in the distance saw the figure of a woman dressed
in a long black coat, standing on the back lawn in front of the
lake. She was staring up at Regan and shaking her fists. One hand
was clenching a piece of white material. Could that be lace? Regan
"Regan, are you all right?" Jack asked.
Regan quickly turned her head away from the window, then just as
quickly turned it back. Another bolt of lightning lit up the
The woman was gone.
Jack flicked on the light. "Regan, you