So Tracy went, about noon of that day, and left an address that he said would always reach him, wherever he might be temporarily.
Milly and Norma regretted his going, for they had come to like the grave, kindly man, but Eve seemed not to care; and the men were all so interested in the work of Penny Wise, that they only gave a hearty good-bye and Godspeed to the departing cleric.
“Queer, that spook should appear to him,” said Wise, after Mr. Tracy had gone.
“He told me some time ago,” said Norma, reminiscently, “that he often heard strange sounds at four in the morning. He said they were like faint moans and rustlings and sometimes a soft step along the halls.”
“Did he ever see anything before?” asked Zizi.
“I don’t think so. He was not very communicative about it, anyway. I think he was nervous on the subject.”
“I know he was,” Eve spoke scornfully. “He was afraid, I’m positive. No one ought to have joined this party who was afraid.”
“We only asked him to fill in, you know,” said Milly, rather apologizing for the minister’s timidity. “And goodness knows, I’m afraid! Or I should be, if Wynne weren’t always with me. If that thing appeared to me,—well!”
Milly could find no words to express her horror, and Landon looked at her anxiously.
“It won’t,” said Zizi, reassuringly, “it won’t, Mrs. Landon.”