The place seemed more silent than before because of the sudden cessation.
“It doesn’t want to be analyzed!” chuckled Carl.
“Come on,” Jimmie urged, “let’s go and see what made it!”
“I think you’ll have to find out where it came from first!” said Carl.
“It came from the opening across the second apartment,” explained Sam. “I had little difficulty in locating it.”
“That doesn’t look to me like much of an opening,” argued Carl.
“The stones you see,” explained Sam, “are not laid in the entrance from side to side. They are built up back of the entrance, and my idea is that there must be a passage-way between them and the interior walls of the room. That wall, by the way, has been constructed since my previous visit. So you see,” he added, turning to Carl, “the ghosts in this neck of the woods build walls as well as make baking powder biscuits.”
“Well, that’s a funny place to build a wall!” Carl asserted.
“Perhaps the builders don’t like the idea of their red and blue lights and ghostly apparatus being exposed to the gaze of the vulgar public,” suggested Jimmie. “That room is probably the apartment behind the scenes where the thunder comes from, and where some poor fellow of a supe is set to holding up the moon!”
“Well, why don’t we go and find out about it?” urged Carl.