QUEER SLEUTH.
The visitor also rose to his feet, repressing admirably such annoyance as he may have felt.
“I’ve simply given you the story as I’ve heard it,” he said. “That it’s true in the main there is sufficient evidence to prove. As to the matter of the island being haunted, I will reiterate that I have seen flashing lights upon it at night, and once or twice I’ve heard the howling of a dog, which seemed to come from the island itself. I think you’ll all admit that the story is interesting, at least.”
“It sure is,” agreed Grant, “and we’re much obliged to you for telling it. It ought to make a right good newspaper yarn.”
Granger nodded. “It has appeared in several newspapers this year.”
“The newspapers will print anything,” said Piper.
The visitor shrugged his shoulders.
“Well, boys,” he said, “I think I’ll be going. I hope you enjoy yourselves and have plenty of sport. Perhaps I’ll see you again.”
“Cuc-come over any time,” Springer hastened to invite. “You’ve helped liven up a rather hot and dull afternoon.”
“Yes, come again,” said Stone.