“This old Bible hasn’t been opened in a long while,” Connie added, brushing dust from her hands. “It’s queer.”
“What is, Connie?”
“Why everything. This ship house. The open door. This picture. This bunk that’s been slept in.”
“That part is the queerest of all, Connie. This house looks deserted, and yet someone appears to be living here. You don’t suppose—”
“A ghost?” Connie interposed with a quick laugh. “Don’t be silly, Vevi. You know there aren’t any such things.”
“I know, but I was sure I heard footsteps—”
Vevi broke off, listening hard.
“What was that?” she whispered.
“I—I didn’t hear anything. Yet, I do too!”
Distinctly, both girls could hear a tiptoeing sound. They were certain someone was moving about in the adjoining room.