“Do you really mean—ghosts?” gasped Terry.
“Well, perhaps what some persons call ghosts,” the young man answered. “Let us say natural manifestations that take on a weird meaning or significance because they are not understood. I now have a double duty here. I’m going to lay out the Jockey Hollow bird sanctuary and——”
He lighted a fresh cigarette.
“If you’ll leave this to me,” he continued as he inhaled the aromatic smoke, “I’ll do some real investigating, if you want me to.”
“It really ought to be done,” said Arden gladly. “We want to help Granny Howe if we can, to put her in a position where she can claim this property; though it seems hopeless after all these years. And we also want to help this Jim Danton. We’ll be so grateful for your help, Harry, and we are so relieved to have you here—just now.”
“Such as it is, you shall have it!” promised Mr. Pangborn.
CHAPTER XVIII
The Figure in Red
Arden Blake fairly jumped into her bedside slippers, drew on a dressing gown, and in an instant was at the window.
“What’s the matter?” sleepily inquired Terry, who was in the other twin bed. “Has anything happened?”
“It’s snowing again,” Arden answered. “I awoke a little while ago and I heard tiny tappings against the window. I wondered what it was and I waited a decent time, so I shouldn’t awaken you, to find out.”