“Nary a ghost,” Bob replied as he jumped out of bed. “Come on, lazy, make it snappy or you’ll be late to breakfast.”
“Be dressed as—I say, Bob, what’s that paper on your bed?”
Bob looked quickly around and saw, on the foot of his bed, a sheet of paper folded once in the middle.
“Well, I’ll be jiggered,” he said a moment later, as he passed the paper to Jack. “What do you know about that?”
Jack took it and read:
“If you know when you’re well off you’ll leave
here before night.”
There was no signature to the message which was printed in crude letters.
“How’d it get there?” Jack asked as he stepped to the door and tried the lock. “This door is locked.”
“Are you sure?”