“See anything of Gennor and his gang?” inquired Scoop, squinting ashore.
“Maybe they’re in the hotel.”
“We’ll circle the building and see if the red car is here.”
But to our satisfaction the roadster was nowhere in sight in the hotel yard.
“Come on,” motioned Scoop, starting for a rear door.
I didn’t hurry.
“Do you suppose,” I said, sort of letting out my neck in all directions at once, “that the ghost is watching us through one of those windows?”
“He probably is,” returned Scoop, “if he’s inside. For I happen to know that he isn’t blind. And he must have heard our motor.”
I began to sweat.
“It’s awful risky,” I said, “going in there.”