It was very late on Christmas Eve, almost midnight, when the bell tolled for Ebenezer Bush. But as he lay awake, well past his bedtime, the knocking at his door grew louder and louder. `Who is there? What fell spirit has come to disturb me?' he cried out. Then, as the door opened, he saw the ghost. It was tall and thin, with small round glasses and a goatee beard. Tied to its body were some domestic dustbins, on each of which was scorched the word `History'. Around its neck was an anvil on which was written `I am the...