“Ethel! Ethel!” she cried, taking hold of Jack’s arm, and shaking him as violently as she could. “The ghost!”
Her brother came sharply back to consciousness.
“Yes! Yes! What is it, Marj?” he whispered, sitting up immediately.
To his fascinated ears came the welcome sound he had so often heard described:
RAP! RAP! RAP!
Marjorie was almost breathless in the intensity of her excitement.
“It’s coming from the cellar! Hear it?” she demanded.
Jack nodded silently.
The knocking came again.
“Decidedly!” he remarked. “Now for the signal!”