“May I take you to the haunted house 188 tonight at the yawning churchyard hour?” I asked. “I am most eminently fitted to be your guide, for I was the first one of this assembly to see the ghost in toto.”
“He saw it over a stone fence,” remarked Rob.
“Indeed you may, thank you very much,” she said enthusiastically.
Silvia’s face was a study.
“And will you come with me, Beth?” asked Rob. “Of course, the ghost is an old story to us, but we really should hover in Lucien’s wake out of regard to the conventions.”
“Is Miss Frayne interested in ghosts?” asked Beth.
Miss Frayne turned and answered the question.
“Not personally,” she admitted frankly, “but the newspaper I am on is, and they sent me up here to get a story.”
“Oh, you are a reporter?”