“Well, what do you know about that?”
“Sure you aren’t dreaming?” Bob asked.
“Just a minute till I pinch myself. No, I felt it all right,” Jack declared.
“Now watch it.”
The spot had begun to move as on the previous night and took the same path. Neither spoke or moved until it had made the journey and returned to its first position. Then Bob heard Jack getting out of bed.
“What you going to do?” he asked.
Jack made no reply but a second later he had pulled down the shade on the window on the side of the room at the foot of Bob’s bed. Instantly the spot disappeared.
“Guess that proves that it comes from outside,” Jack chuckled as he sat down on the foot of Bob’s bed.
“Good boy. I never thought of that,” Bob declared.
“Well, haven’t I always told you that I used my head for something else than a hat rack?” Jack asked.