“The ghost!” whispered Lily, in a tone of deepest woe.
“No, no! It can’t be!” cried Marjorie, suddenly taking the blame upon herself for not warning Anna. “Oh, I can’t believe it!”
“But how are we to know what did happen?” demanded Florence.
“We won’t know till morning,” replied Mrs. Munsen. “The woman is regaining consciousness, but she needs to be put to bed immediately.”
“But what about Anna?” asked Marjorie.
“She’s gone!” gasped the woman, partially taking in the girl’s words. “Too late! Too late!”
“We better dress immediately and go down to the tea-house!” said Marjorie, desperately.
“No,” said Ethel, “I’ll phone the police to go—they could do a great deal more than we could!”
Marjorie acquiesced; and when, half an hour later, they called to say that they had searched the place thoroughly, and found no traces of the missing girl, the scouts went to bed. But though quiet reigned throughout the house, no one slept very much.