“I told him,” replied the girl calmly, “the facts just as Anna stated them—with the haunted house as the explanation.”
“Oh!” gasped Marjorie, sinking limply back into her chair. “Now we are ruined!”
“But how?” asked Marie Louise, in astonishment.
“Every paper in the city will get the story tomorrow, and it will be the end of our business!”
“On the contrary, Sis,” put in Jack, “it will be the beginning of business! Just wait and see the flock of curious people that come—”
“Marjorie,” interrupted Lily, in a most serious tone, “I think we ought to do something to unravel this mystery!”
“Yes,” added Marie Louise; “let’s get a spiritualist—a medium—to help us!”
“Not much!” cried Jack. “Give us fellows a chance. We can do more with a little team-work than all the mediums in the world!”
“Suppose,” said Marjorie, “we decided all that tomorrow. We need rest as well as Anna—so—I move we adjourn!”
“And I second that motion,” said Ethel, with a yawn.