“It isn’t a ghost, of course, Silvia,” I 129 said soothingly, and then repeated my supposition about the lunatic.
“Of course I don’t believe in ghosts,” said Silvia shudderingly, “but it’s an awful place and those sounds are like those I have heard in nightmares.”
“We’ll hurry back to the hotel and forget all about it,” I urged.
I rowed the boat and Silvia sat opposite me. Beth and Rob were in the stern and I had to listen to their conversation.
“Of course I felt a little creepy,” she admitted, “but then I like to feel that way, and I wasn’t afraid.”
“No, of course, you wouldn’t be,” he replied somewhat ironically. “You’re the new woman type.”
“No, I am not,” she denied. “I wish I were. Silvia’s really the strong-minded type.”
“She didn’t act the part when she saw the ghost,” he retorted.
“It’s very unusual for her nerves to give way. Silvia’s quite a surprise to me this summer, but I think those funny Polydores have upset her more than Lucien realizes.”