“I wish that ghost would hurry up and come,” she mused impatiently. “Perhaps after all my trouble this won’t be one of his working nights!”
That was the last thought of which she was aware. Suddenly she heard soft organ music rolling and swelling about her. With a start she aroused herself. She had been sleeping.
It took an instant for Penny to gather her wits. She was still sitting with her back to the conservatory door. Yet at the far end of the great room, she distinctly could see a shadowy figure seated at the organ.
Penny scrambled to her feet, starting forward. The floor creaked alarmingly.
Penny halted, but too late. She had given warning of her presence.
The shadowy figure at the organ jerked into alert attention. There was a discordant crash of chords, then silence.
Penny blinked. She thought she had heard a sharp click as if a secret panel had opened and closed. That was all.
And the organist had disappeared.
CHAPTER XII
A Suspicious Act
Penny caught herself shivering. She decided that she had seen quite enough for one night.