"It might be," he said, "but I have some doubt. A thing that was searched for for twenty years would not be easily found."
So it seemed to strike the others after awhile and the matter was dropped.
"But this ghost thing," said the broker, at last. "I'm interested in that. Suppose we make up a ghost party and go down to-night. My contractor declares he can't get men to work there."
"I would be glad to go," said George Weston, "but I'm running over to the Vandergrift ball in Providence to-night."
"How about you, Hatch?" asked the broker.
"I'll go, yes," said Hatch, "as one of several," he added with a smile.
"Well, then, suppose we say the constable and you and I?" asked the broker; "to-night?"
"All right."
After making arrangements to meet the broker later that afternoon he rushed away--away to The Thinking Machine. The scientist listened, then resumed some chemical test he was making.
"Can't you go down with us to-night?" Hatch asked.