“Come in, won’t you? If you are looking for Glad, she is out on the balcony.”
[CHAPTER XVII—The Tableaux]
“Really, you girls choose the oddest time to visit!” Janet said the next morning after breakfast.
Gladys sneezed. “Don’t rub it in,” she begged; “it’s bad enough as it is. I do think though, that when we took all that trouble to give you a real ghost, and I make an excellent ghost, if I do say so, that the least you could have done was to play up to it.”
“Phyl did,” Prue looked reproachfully at Janet. “Will you please tell me whatever made you think of opening that door?”
“She was going to call for help,” Ann suggested.
Janet smiled a superior smile. “Hardly. I knew, of course, that it was a joke, and I rather suspected whose. I knew there was only one of you on the balcony, but I knew the other two would not be far off, so I tried the door, with what results, you already know.”
“Jan Page, I am perfectly willing to take my medicine, but I will not be gloated over.”
Gladys made a dive for Janet, and they rolled together in a rough-and-tumble fight.
In the midst of it Poppy came in.