"Equal to anything," said Toby promptly. "Let me go first!"
"Why don't I go and get a light?" said Bunny.
"Because you're not to. Because it's heaps more fun without. Besides, there's lots of light up there. Now then? Are you ready? Come on! Let's go!"
Indomitable resolution sounded in Toby's voice. She drew herself free from Bunny's hold, and began to mount.
"You know it's haunted, don't you?" said Bunny cheerily. "A beautiful lady was once captured and imprisoned in this turret in the dear old days when everyone did those things. She had to choose between throwing herself from the battlements and marrying her wicked captor—an ancestor of Charlie's, by the way. She did the latter and then died of a broken heart. They always did, you know. Her poor little ghost has wandered up and down this stair ever since."
"Idiot!" said Toby tersely.
"Who?" said Bunny. "And why?"
"The woman. Why didn't she throw herself over? It would have been much easier."
"Perhaps she didn't find it so," said Bunny. "And she'd doubtless have done the haunting stunt even if she had."
"Well, then, why didn't she marry the brute and—and—give him hell?" said Toby tensely.