“And the question you asked—the one you wrote on the paper?” inquired Lily. “What was it?”
Marjorie smilingly drew the paper from her pocket, and, unfolding it, handed it to the other.
“Don’t forget the table answered it as ‘yes,’” she reminded her.
Lily gazed at it in amazement, and read out loud:
“Are you trying to fake us?”
CHAPTER XVIII
A GHOST IN THE FLESH
After the excitement of the previous night, Marjorie found it exceedingly difficult to keep her attention upon the routine duties of the tea-room. The day seemed endless; but the promise of the coming adventure buoyed up her spirits and kept her from becoming too impatient.
At last, however, the guests had all left the tea-house and the place was deserted; Eugene Schofield and Pierce Ellison closed and locked the doors and the girls went home. There were only two hours to wait now until Marjorie should return to spend the night at the haunted spot. She resolved, if possible, to pass them in sleep.
Shortly after ten o’clock, she was awakened by a knocking at her door.
“Come in!” she called; and Daisy entered the room.