“And will that be soon?”
“I believe it will.”
“Just what is your opinion, Mr. Evans, of the things you saw last night?”
“I’m afraid,” I replied, “that my opinion at this time is not of much value. Frankly, I have been mystified. I have theories, of course, but they are, after all, only theories.”
“Do you believe it was the ghost of Uncle Gordon that we saw in the living room last night?”
“I don’t believe in ghosts.”
“Then what was it? What could have caused it? What could have caused doors to lock and unlock, to open and close without the touch of human hands? What could have caused the intense cold—the poker to creep across the floor as if it were alive? What drove my dog mad with fear?”
“The dog,” I replied, “showed symptoms of hydrophobia.”
“That is what Dr. Dorp thought, although he was not sure. He took the carcass with him, wrapped in a sheet for examination.”
“Then his opinion confirms that of Dr. Graves.”