“But the end is not yet,” Bob cautioned.
“Maybe not, but I’m betting that those warnings were simply a bluff.”
“I hope so,” Bob said soberly.
The half hour struck.
“Time for the curtain to go up,” Jack said as he turned down the light.
But nothing happened. The spot did not appear and no rapping was heard. Midnight came and then the half hour struck and still not sign of the ghost was manifest.
“I told you so,” Jack yawned.
“We’ll wait another half hour,” Bob proposed.
It was a long half hour but the clock finally struck and Bob turned up the light.
“Guess we might as well hit the hay,” he declared as he threw off his coat.