Returning to a remote stretch of English countryside on legal business, a narrator recounts the unsettling local history of an estate and the strange figure who haunts its grounds. Years before, a hard and avaricious landowner died, and the question of his will and his treatment of those around him left a stain on the place. At the centre of the tale is Dickon, a simple, half-witted man broken by something he witnessed, who wanders the fields warning of an apparition he calls the devil. As the narrator pieces together accounts from the locals, the story circles the figure of the dead master and the supernatural retribution that seems to have followed his cruelty and greed. A short Victorian ghost story in the classic English tradition, it builds its dread through rural superstition, an unreliable patchwork of testimony, and the slow revelation of a haunting tied to guilt and inheritance. Spare and atmospheric, it is a characteristic example of its author's gift for quiet, lingering terror rooted in landscape and the weight of the past.