The man of law consulted his delicately polished finger-nails. He suddenly looked at Isaac with a frank smile.
"The fact of the case is that I can't let it," he said. "It's been tenantless four years now. Two men have had it—one stopped a month, the other a fortnight. Each said he'd rather pay a couple of years' rent to get out than stop there any longer. So—there you are!"
The twin-brothers looked at each other. Each shook his head.
"That's a queer 'un, Isaac!" said Simpson.
"It is a queer 'un, Simpson!" responded Isaac with added emphasis. He turned to the solicitor again. "And pray what's the reason, sir?" he inquired.
The solicitor smiled—not too cheerfully—and spread out his hands.
"They say the place is—haunted," he answered.
"Haunted?" repeated Isaac. "What—ghosts, eh? Well, I don't think a few ghosts more or less would make much difference to us, Simpson, my lad—what?"
"Not that I know of," answered Simpson, stolidly.
The solicitor looked from one to the other and smiled.