“Well,” he said heavily, “you folks wanted spooks, I hope you’re satisfied.”
“Don’t use that tone, Mr. Stebbins,” Landon reproved him. “A dreadful thing has happened. I cannot think it is by supernatural causes nor can I see any other explanation. But that is no reason for you to speak flippantly of our investigations of your so-called haunted house.”
“No offence meant,” and Stebbins cringed. “But I’m thinkin’ you folks had better go away from here, or there’s no tellin’ what might happen.”
“Do you know anything about the mystery?” Professor Hardwick shot out the question so suddenly that Stebbins jumped.
“No, sir, of course I don’t, sir! How could I?”
“Then why do you warn us off the premises?”
“I don’t exactly do that, but I’d think you’d reason for yourselves that what happens once can happen ag’in.”
The dogged look on the man’s face seemed portentous of evil, and Milly began to cry.
“Oh, take me home, Wynne,” she begged; “I don’t want to stay here!”
“Come with me, Milly,” said Eve, and rising, she led Milly from the room.