“The one Wender saw.”
“Oh! Wender has seen one?”
“Six months ago. I’ve never been able to get him here since. It was rather nasty, and Wender—well, Wender’s sensitive. And he’s a little dotty on the occult, in any case.”
“Did he see it at eleven in the morning?”
Lithway seemed irritated. “Of course!” he snapped out. He spoke as if the idiosyncrasy of his damned house had a dignity that he was bound to defend.
“And what was it?”
“A big rattlesnake, coiled to strike.”
Even then I could not take it seriously. “That’s not a ghost; it’s a symptom.”
“It did strike,” Lithway went on.
“Did he have a scar?”