“Why, the door’s unlocked!” she exclaimed. “See, it’s partly open!”
Vevi saw that Connie was right. The door stood slightly ajar.
“Then someone must live here after all!” she cried.
Connie knocked twice and waited. The girls thought they heard a flurry of footsteps inside. But no one came to let them in.
“Try again, Connie.”
Once more Connie rapped on the door, this time so hard that it opened a trifle wider. But still no one came.
“Someone must live here,” Vevi reasoned. “Otherwise, the door wouldn’t be unlocked. Unless the place is owned by a ghost,” she added with a nervous giggle.
Connie rapped twice more. “It’s no use,” she said at last.
“But I’m sure I heard someone inside, Connie. Let’s peek in for a second.”
“I don’t think we should, Vevi.”