“Well?” asked Ruth.
They told her what had taken place.
“Then the only thing to do is to wait,” observed Agnes.
It seemed a long time, but really it was not more than an hour. Sammy had been sent home and Luke was about to propose that he and Neale and Hal should pay another visit to the laundry, when there came a tapping on the window of the room where they were all sitting. It happened to be the only window that was not raised, for the night was warm.
“What’s that?” exclaimed Nalbro, as the tapping on the glass sounded very loud, coming, as it did, after a period of silence.
“Look!” exclaimed Ruth.
She pointed to the casement, and in the light from the room they all saw the face of a Chinese peering at them.
“Hop Wong!” exclaimed Neale. “Hey, you!” he shouted, “come in here and stop playing your tricks!”
But, even as he spoke, the face of Hop Wong faded away and disappeared from sight.
“Well, what do you know about that!” cried Hal.