“Calm yourself, Maybelle, and tell me what you mean,” Otho insisted, excitedly.
Fixing her flashing eyes on his face, she said, hoarsely:
“Do you know that all the talk for several days has been that Floy’s ghost has been seen several times in Mount Vernon in the past two weeks?”
“No—no.”
“Well, it is true, Otho. She has been seen three times, they say, by towns-people, twice on foot, and one night on her bicycle. But when spoken to, she did not reply, and vanished like a spirit. So they say that she is surely dead.”
He started, and his eyes flashed as he cried:
“But you, Maybelle?—you said you saw her last night! Where?”
“Here, Otho, in this very house!”
“Heavens! then she must be in collusion with Mrs. Banks.”
“No, she is not. The woman firmly believes that her protégée is dead.”