“It’s a case for the Society for Psychical Research to investigate,” she nodded gravely. “I always said the Grange was bound to be haunted.”
“What was this girl like?” asked Raymonde reflectively. “Ancient or modern?”
“Modern, decidedly. She had on a green dress with a white––”
“So you’ve told us already,”—impatiently. “We know about her clothes. What was she like?” 230
Hermie stood for a moment with eyes shut, as if calling up a mental picture.
“About Ardiune’s height, but slimmer: rosy face, and dark hair done in a plait—really not so unlike you, Ray, only I should say decidedly prettier.”
“Thank you!” sniffed Raymonde.
“That just about sizes her up!” agreed those who had seen the vision.
“She didn’t look spooky at all,” continued Hermie. “She was quite substantial. You couldn’t see through her, and she didn’t melt into the air.”
“And yet she disappeared?”