Harry hurried down the stairs, followed by Dorothy.
“The ghosts!” screamed Terry, pointing a trembling finger at them.
“No!” Harry shouted for he wanted to prevent any more hysterical outbursts. “It’s just a little joke Dorothy and I started, but I’m afraid it is far from a joke now.”
“What do you mean?” asked Granny Howe in a strained voice. “And where did you get those clothes?”
“We’ll explain it all in a moment,” answered Harry. “But just now I think we had better see about your cousin, Mrs. Howe.”
“You mean Viney Tucker? What’s the matter with her? Who did that awful screaming just now?”
“Mrs. Tucker; and I am afraid she has fallen down a secret passage into the cellar.”
“Oh, how terrible!” gasped Arden.
“But what does it all mean?” Sim exclaimed.
“I think,” said Harry, “it means the end of the ghosts in the old Hall. Come along, any of you who wish to—if you aren’t afraid—but perhaps Dick and I——”