“‘Death cannot touch the halo of your hair,’” Judy quoted dreamily. “After all, it is a beautiful thought, Irene. There’s nothing uncanny about that kind of a spirit.”
“Don’t talk spirits to her,” the agent snapped.
Her seriousness brought to Judy’s mind the phantom shape she had seen in the tower window. Disregarding her, she asked Irene to tell her about it.
The girl laughed, that familiar silvery laugh.
“It frightened me too,” she admitted, “until Uncle Jasper told me it was only a reflection. Then it seemed stupid of me not to have guessed it. He said any sane person would have. But you’re sane, Judy, and you didn’t.”
“That proves there’s no truth in what he said,” Horace assured her.
It was a great satisfaction to Irene, knowing that. She sighed and went on explaining about the ghost in the tower.
“You know, the room is round and there are windows on all sides. Between the windows are mirrors that make the oddest reflections. I must have been standing in the room so that you could see the mirror but not me. I should think you would have been scared to death.”
“And then you pulled the shades?” Judy anticipated.
“No, I didn’t. Uncle Jasper did, just before he went down and started taking the props out from under the tower. That must have been after you left.”