“I shan't come here again,” she declared desperately. “If you want to see me you can come to my place.”
“Humph!”
“Well, you will, or not see me. Why haven't you been there? Time and time again you have promised to come, but you never have. I shall begin to believe there is some reason why you don't want to go into that house.”
She was on her way to the door, but Solomon called after her.
“Here!” he shouted. “Hold on! What do you mean by that? Why shouldn't I go into that house if I want to? Why shouldn't I?”
“I don't know; all I know is that you don't seem to want to. I can't say why you don't want to, but—”
“But what?”
“But, maybe, if someone that's dead and gone was here—he could.”
“He—he—who? What? Hi! Where you goin'?”
“I'm goin' home.”