“It isn’t—you don’t think the house is haunted?” Alicia stammered nervously. “That old man—what’s his name—was trying to tell us about someone having died in a room on the upper floor!”
“Well, the music seemed to come from the third floor,” Penny informed, relishing the effect which her words produced. “As for the scream, I can account for that. I tripped and fell. Now I think we may as well all go back to bed. There’s been so much commotion that I rather judge our ‘ghost’ has been frightened away for the time being.”
“I can’t sleep a wink after all this has happened,” Mrs. Leeds declared. “I shall sit up until morning.”
“As you wish,” Penny said indifferently. “I’m going to bed.”
As she walked down the hall to her own room she glanced rather sharply at the door of Max Laponi’s room. It was still tightly closed.
“Our friend appears to be a sound sleeper,” she remarked to Rosanna.
In the privacy of their bedroom, Rosanna demanded to know exactly what had happened.
“Well, I didn’t see much,” Penny admitted. “But I did learn one interesting thing. There’s a pipe organ installed in this house. I might have discovered who was playing it too only I tripped over a rope which had been strung up in front of the door.”
“Placed there deliberately, you think?”
“Of course. It startled me so that I let out that wild yell. I don’t care to do any more investigating tonight, but in the morning I mean to have a good look at that room upstairs.”