“The meaning is, sir, that your hotel is haunted,” was the answer, which startled all who heard it.
CHAPTER XII.
THE PARTICULARS OF A SWINDLE.
“This hotel haunted?” gasped the proprietor. “Sir, you are mistaken. Such a thing is impossible.”
“It is true,” insisted Mr. Wilberforce Chaster. “I shall not stay here another night.”
“What makes you think it is haunted?”
“There is a ghost in my room.”
“Oh!” shrieked a maid who had come on the scene. “A ghost! I shall not stay either!”
“What kind of a ghost?” demanded Andrew Mallison.