“Perhaps we haven’t looked closely enough. Let’s go over it again,” was all Leslie could offer. “And isn’t it possible that a person might come in here for some reason and not disturb anything?”
“Yes, of course it’s possible, but is it likely?” countered Phyllis. “But as you say, we’d better go over the place again and more carefully. If we don’t find something, I shall certainly go back to believing in my ‘ghost.’ And I guess you’ll admit I have foundation for it now!”
Phyllis flashed the torch about in a general survey
“I tell you what!” suggested Leslie. “Suppose we each take a turn with the flash-light and go over every room twice, first you, then myself. I noticed that, when you held the light, I had to follow behind and look over your shoulder or get in your way, and I really couldn’t see very well. Now, I’ll sit in this chair while you go over the place, and then you give the torch to me. How does that strike you?”
“Good idea! You’re full of ’em, Leslie. I ought to have thought of it before.” And while Leslie sat down rather gingerly in one of the willow rockers against the wall, Phyllis systematically examined the room again, diving into all the nooks and corners, and at last came back to hand the torch to her friend.
“No luck! It’s as clean as a whistle of any clues, as far as I can see. You take your turn.”
When Leslie had completed her search, they proceeded to treat the other rooms in similar fashion, and so had come to the last bedroom when they were startled by a sound from outside the house.