“Joe, you stay right beside me!” she ordered.
“Sure, Ma’am,” he said soothingly. “I couldn’t get away if I had a mind to.”
Penny, a step ahead, held up her hand as a warning for silence. She had seen the familiar white figure rounding a corner of the house.
“There’s the ghost!” she whispered. “See! Beyond the gate!”
Joe whistled softly.
“A spook, sure’s I’m alive!” he muttered.
“And you promised to nail him,” reminded Penny, starting forward along the fence. “We’ll creep a little closer. Then Joe, I shall expect you to do your stuff!”
CHAPTER
15
GHOST IN THE GARDEN
The three investigators moved stealthily along the high fence. Through the iron palings they could see a white-garbed figure walking with measured tread amid the shrubs of the frozen garden. Back and forth the apparition strolled, following a well-trod path between the shrunken snowdrifts.
Penny, Mrs. Weems, and the taxi driver crept closer. The ghostly one did not note their approach. Hooded head bent low, he glided to the gate, testing chain and padlock.