“Yes, I’ll go with you, Penny,” she consented. “Shall we start soon?”
“Not until after dark. One can’t expect a ghost to show up in broad daylight.”
“A ghost!” Mrs. Weems quavered. “Penny, what are you letting me in for?”
“Frankly, I don’t know. Some strange things have been going on at the Harrison estate. Tonight I hope to solve part of the mystery at least.”
Pressed for an explanation, Penny repeated Mose Johnson’s story and told of seeing the strange white-robed figure with her own eyes. The tale did not add to Mrs. Weems’ comfort of mind.
“We’re crazy to go out there,” the housekeeper protested. “Must we do it?”
“I think it may be our one hope of gaining a clue which will lead to Dad.”
“Then I’m willing to risk it,” agreed Mrs. Weems. “However, we’ll drive out in a taxi. And I shall personally select the driver—a man to be depended on in an emergency.”
So excited was the housekeeper that she had difficulty in preparing the evening meal. In the end Penny took over, shooing her out of the kitchen.
“I declare I don’t know why I am so nervous,” Mrs. Weems shivered. “I haven’t felt so shaky since the time I attended a seance at Osandra’s.”