CHAPTER XVIII
CARRYING "FUN" TO THE DANGER LIMIT
The Hallowe'eners hidden across the street, and Hoof Sadby posted up the street, ready to come on the scene and do his part when needed, Tom Reade and Greg Holmes crept up to the front porch of the Crossleigh home, deposited the basket, rang and then bolted.
In a short time a dim light was visible through the stained glass of the front door. Then that barrier itself was opened, and Mr. Crossleigh, a man past middle age, and in dressing-gown and slippers, came out.
Seeing no one, and coming further out, Mr. Crossleigh almost kicked the basket. But he recovered in time, and bent down.
The peepers, not far away, heard him utter an exclamation of amazement. Then:
"Wife!" he called back into the house. "Come and see who's here!"
"Who is it?" hailed a voice from inside. "Cousin Jenny?"