An ectoplasmic gala about visitations by deceased ancestors, with an undeniable first in the category of bouncy ghost stories: the heroine shares a night of love with her own great-grandfather, long dead. This lucky lady is Margaret from America, who arrives in England when her grandfather there becomes terminally ill; soon spectral pianos are tinkled, clocks stop, and clammy air drifts about Margaret's grandmother's humble house. And why is Margaret eating and sleeping so little? Why does she burn herself on a stove she's blundered into? Because she's being treated to visions of her ancestors' adventures: great-grandfather Victor, his prim brother John, flighty sister Harriet, and John's sweet wife Jennifer. From this ghostly gang, Margaret learns that family history has blackened Victor's name unfairly. Was he really responsible for violating Jennifer, leaving her with a son (Margaret's grandfather)? Did he really do something dreadful to Harriet? No, no, no: night after night, Margaret is persuaded that Victor was indeed most noble--and her own life is thereby changed. For spirit-buffs, silly but delightfully busy.