The other nodded.
“But who is the ghost?”
I was tingling with excitement. For I could tell from Scoop’s mysterious actions that he was holding something back.
“That,” he returned, “is what you and I are going to find out.”
“And you don’t know?” I cried, trying to pin him down.
“I suspect who it is,” he said. “But if I were to tell you, you’d say that I was crazy.”
And that is exactly what I did say when my coaxing had brought out the name.
“But even if you are right,” I said, coming from under my dazed amazement, “why should he steal the talking frog?”
“I can’t answer that, Jerry. I only know that he was here last night. Your cry scared him away. Gennor and I followed him to the old hotel—though the other kid, of course, didn’t know that I was trailing along behind.”
“And you say the ghost is living in the old hotel?” [[200]]