"Oh, nonsense! I beg your forgiveness, my dearest, I did not mean that for you, but for the gabies that believe in ghosts!" said Craven Kyte.
"Then you do not believe in ghosts?"
"I!"
"Well, I thought you did not. In fact, I knew you did not. Now I want you to do something to please me," said the siren, laying her soft hand upon his shoulder.
"Anything in this world, you know, I will do to please you."
Chapter XXVII.
WHAT SHE WANTED HIM TO DO.
"Well, I want you to rent this house."
Craven Kyte started with surprise and looked at the speaker.