No one could answer him and they all turned their attention to the living room.
As Walter had said, it was more upset than on the other occasion. Every chair in the big apartment had been overturned, and in some cases two were jammed together, the legs interwoven. On a table two chairs had been piled, while the couch was turned completely upside down, and a stool perched on top of it, a sofa cushion surmounting that.
Other sofa cushions were tossed about the room, as though the intruders had been having a pillow fight, and in fact the whole room had that appearance.
“But nothing seems to have been taken,” said Cora, after a look around, when the furniture had been put to rights.
“Better not be too sure,” cautioned Walter. “Wait until you take a look upstairs. I only glanced around.”
“How in the world could they do all this without making a noise?” asked Paul. “It seems to have been done in a hurry, and boys are rather clumsy—I know I was. They ought, by rights, to have stumbled all over themselves, doing this by the light of only a pocket flash. And yet we heard no racket as we ran up. It was all quiet.”
“That’s one queer part of it,” admitted Walter. “It almost makes one believe in——”
“Ghosts! Go on and say it,” challenged Cora. “You can’t scare us.”
“Any more than we are frightened now,” said Belle.
“Are you frightened?” asked Jack.