“Ghosts are easily vanished,” I informed them. “They don’t seek limelight, and I want you to be sure to see this one.”
As we came to the untrodden undergrowth we heard a weird, wailing sound that would have curdled my blood had I not glanced in the window that afternoon and so, in a measure, been prepared for this––or anything.
“Look!” whispered Beth. “The arm!”
Silvia looked at the roof window and with a stifled shriek of terror turned and fled up the hill, Rob chivalrously pursuing her.
Beth was pale, but game.
“What can it be, Lucien?” she whispered. “Do we dare go in to see?”
“I wouldn’t, Beth,” I vetoed quickly. “Maybe some lunatic or half-witted person has taken up abode here.”
“Lucien!” called Rob peremptorily.
I turned quickly. He was at the top of the hill, half supporting Silvia. I ran toward them, followed by Beth.