" How nice of you." She smiled, and withdrew her hand. "Do come and see us if ever you feel like it. Goodbye!"
She watched him stride away down the footpath, and turned, and went slowly back to the house.
"Well, did you find out anything about the fellow?" her brother asked when she entered the library.
"Oh, he's just on his holiday," she replied.
"So we gathered," said Charles. "What's his job?"
"I didn't ask. Why were you two so stuffy? You don't think he was responsible for the noise we heard, do you?"
"That solution hadn't occurred to me," said Charles. "I admit he didn't give me the impression of one who would stand under someone else's window and groan at them. Still, you never know."
Celia held up her finger. "I protest. We are not going to talk about groans or ghosts any more. Carried?"
"Carried unanimously," said Peter.
That resolution might have been kept longer had it not been for the happenings of the next night.