“I never disputed it. But suppose you raise the shade again and see if it’s still there.”
Jack quickly did as his brother suggested but the spot did not reappear.
“Now listen,” Bob ordered.
Two or three minutes passed then, seemingly from a great distance, came that same weird laugh.
“Did you hear it?” Bob asked.
“Sure did.”
“Then I didn’t dream it.”
“Not this time anyhow,” Jack assured him.
“Well, I never heard of a ghost that could be stopped by anything so thin as a window curtain so that makes it certain that it’s due to some human agency. Not that I ever thought otherwise,” he hastened to add, “but it’s kind of comforting to have positive evidence.”
“You bet,” Jack agreed.