The cab soon approached the familiar grounds. Penny directed the driver to pull up some distance from the dark house.
“Switch off the headlights,” she instructed. “We’ll wait here. It may be a long time too, so make yourself comfortable.”
Joe, taking Penny at her word, began to smoke a vile-smelling cigar which nearly drove Mrs. Weems to distraction. After an hour had elapsed, the housekeeper scarcely could endure the stuffy air of the cab.
“Penny, must we wait any longer?” she asked plaintively.
“Why, it’s early, Mrs. Weems. I expect to stay until midnight at least.”
“Midnight!” The housekeeper quietly collapsed.
Just then the cab driver turned around, touching Penny’s arm. He directed her attention to the house by saying briefly: “A light just went on.”
Penny and Mrs. Weems focused their attention on the upper floor of the estate. A single light could be seen burning there, but as they watched it blinked off.
“Now if a ghost is to appear this is the time!” announced Penny. “Why don’t we get closer?”
She sprang from the cab. Mrs. Weems and the taxi driver followed with less enthusiasm. The housekeeper, quivering and shaking, clutched the man’s arm as she struggled against the wind.