“Oh, nothing. Go on,” said the detective.
“Then I found the card with the address of this house,” continued Rose. “We intended to come down this way to work for the summer, and we knew that this house was vacant. That is how we came to sleep here one night.”
“That’s the card I picked up under the window,” interrupted Andy, to whom the whole proceedings seemed as “thrilling as could be any professional theatrical performance.”
“Then,” Nellie helped out, “we slept one dreadful night in an old stone house. And it was haunted.”
“That was the house by the spring,” volunteered Jack, “where we found the hat, and other things.”
“Yes,” said Nellie, “we did leave some things there.”
“And I found your dress away out on the road one night, very late,” Bess put in, while the newspaper man smiled at the queer story with so many “personal contributions.”
“Oh, yes! We were waiting for a trolley car, and we heard an automobile coming. Then I had to throw away a bundle—I didn’t want to take it along with me. I thought Aunt Delia might describe our clothes.”
“You got along pretty well for amateurs,” remarked the detective with a laugh. “Some experts might have done worse.”
“Then you came straight to Lookout Beach?” asked the reporter.