“Queer,” he reflected. “I’d have thought ordinary curiosity would have made him come with the other Cubs.”
“No one can tell what Ross will do, or where he’ll go,” Midge said with a shrug. “That lad is unpredictable.”
The Cubs gathered in a half circle about the fireplace. Brad explained to Mr. Kain how the chimney hiding place had been found.
Before he could search the niche, the bank employee crouched down and squinted up the dark hole.
“Nothing here,” he announced.
“You can’t see the niche,” Brad told him. “But if you run your hand up against the wall, you can feel it.”
Mr. Kain obeyed instructions.
“Still nothing here,” he declared. He withdrew his arm and brushed cobwebs from his coat sleeve. “Well, it’s no more than I expected.”
One and all, the Cubs were disappointed. They had hoped—indeed, had been confident that a surprise awaited them.
“Our Castle ghost has an unpleasant sense of humor,” Midge complained. “First he shoots arrows into the target just to show us how much better he is at archery than we are. And now this!”