"I'll go first," said Gracie, "then you can give me the candle, and come after me." It was done as she directed, and he found himself in a dungeon-like room, about ten feet square, without window or door in it.
"I got in through that wall, Dick."
It was the wall that divided the two houses. Dick looked and saw no means of entrance.
"Can't you see how, Dick?"
"No. You are a spirit."
"Can a spirit do things that we can't?"
"It is what people believe," replied Dick, doubtfully.
"And see things that we can't?"
"So they say."
"If I was a spirit I'd soon find out where poor father is. I ain't a spirit, Dick. Look here."