“Well, there’s one thing about it that I can’t quite make out.”
“And that’s?”
“It’s Mrs. Sleeper not being afraid of ghosts. Why yesterday she nearly fainted at the sight of an angle worm and she says she loves ghosts. It doesn’t fit in somehow.”
Bob made no comment for a few minutes then he said:
“Well, it’s no use saying that the same thing hasn’t been in my mind, for it has, but we must be very careful. The suspicion is far from being proof or even evidence, you know. By the way I intended to ask Jacques if any of the folks who had been seeing ghosts had mentioned about that spot of light. You don’t think that would do any harm, do you?”
“Don’t see why it should.”
“Well, we can ask him in the morning. Good night, sleep tight.”
“And don’t let the bugs bite,” Jack finished as he blew out the light. Then he added: “If you see anything of that spot or any other ghostly manifestation, let me know, will you?”
In less than five minutes both boys were fast asleep. Whether or not the mysterious spot appeared that night they never knew for neither awoke until the breakfast horn rang out at half past six the next morning.
“See any ghosts?” Jack asked rubbing his eyes.