"That is the blood of Lady Eleanore de Canterville. Her husband, Sir Simon de Canterville, murdered her there in 1575. Sir Simon disappeared suddenly nine years later. No one ever found his body, but his ghost haunts this house. No one can clean the blood from the floor.""That's silly!" cried Washington. "I can clean it up right now with Pinkerton's Stain Re- mover!"He took a small black stick from his pocket and rubbed at the stain with it. The blood quickly disappeared."You see?" he cried. "I knew Pinkerton could do it!"Just then, a terrible flash of lightning lit up the room, and there was a loud crash of thunder.Mrs Umney fell to the floor."What terrible weather they have in this country!" said Mr Otis."My dear Hiram!" cried Mrs Otis. "What can we do with a woman who faints?""We can take money from her wages every time she faints!" said Mr Otis.When Mrs Umney heard this, she sat up. She was very unhappy."You must not make the ghost angry, sir," she said. "Terrible things happen in this house."But Mr Otis and his wife were not afraid."We don't believe in ghosts," they said. "But we would like some tea."