“She may be at the tea-house,” observed Ethel.
“Oh, I hope not!” sighed Mrs. Munsen. “Then surely something dreadful would have happened to them!”
But in a few minutes the boys also returned to tell of their failure. They had searched the tea-house carefully, from top to bottom, without any results.
“Did you get a warning from the spirit world?” asked Florence, half mockingly.
“No; the house was as silent as a tomb,” replied John.
“The poor ghosts have to sleep sometime!” remarked Mae, lightly.
“Girls!” reproved Mrs. Munsen; “this is serious—it’s no time for joking! We must do something to find Marie Louise and Alice.”
“But what?” asked Marjorie. “Go to the police again?”
“Oh, they’re no good!” said Jack, contemptuously. “We’d better hunt the girls ourselves.”
“I honestly think they’ll show up soon,” declared Ethel. “Maybe they went for a walk, and got lost—”