"Look, Gyp—a letter! It must have been in this Bible."
Gyp took the envelope gingerly.
"It's addressed to father! It's never been opened. It looks as though it had just been written! Jerry—that's Uncle Peter's handwriting!"
Jerry stared at the envelope—except that the letter had been pressed very flat, it did indeed look as though it had just been written.
"Isn't it creepy?" Gyp shivered. "Do you believe in ghosts? Could Uncle Peter Westley have come here and written that—just—maybe, last night?"
It was a horrible thought—Jerry tried not to entertain it. But the wailing wind made it seem possible!
"What'll we do with it?" Gyp had laid it on the table.
"Let's put it back in the Bible"—that seemed a safe place—"and take it home. Maybe there is an important message in it that someone ought to see! But I wish we'd never come here this afternoon."
"And see how dark it is—it's getting late. Let's let these other things go." Jerry's voice, betraying her eagerness to quit the tower room, made Gyp feel creepier than ever.
Each took a corner of the ghostly envelope and slipped it between the pages of the Bible.