“Because Jacques can cook?” Bob asked somewhat puzzled.
“No, although that will help, of course, but it’s the ghost I had reference to. You see,” he explained as he noted the puzzled expression on the boy’s face, “my wife is er—well, I guess I might as well call it a spiritualist. Believes in ghosts and all that sort of thing, you know. Of course, it’s all bunk, but she’s got the bug all right.”
Just then a woman, accompanied by a girl about fifteen years old, appeared in the path just below the dam.
“There they are now,” the man cried. “Hurry up, Mary,” he called waving his hand. “I’ve got some wonderful news for you.”
Mr. Sleeper introduced the boys as soon as his wife and daughter joined them and then proceeded to tell them about the haunted camp.
Mrs. Sleeper, a charming woman some years younger than her husband, clapped her hands with delight.
“Isn’t that lovely?” she said turning to Bob. “Have you seen them?”
“No, mam, not yet,” he replied. “But we only came yesterday.”
“Maybe you’re not sympathetic,” she ventured.
“I don’t know about that, I’m sure,” Bob smiled.