“‘And all the days of Methuselah were nine hundred and sixty and nine years and he died.’”
“Well, poor old man, I should have thought he would have been ready to die. Just think of it, having to live in this world almost a thousand years! I wonder how his hearing was and if he could see straight. I have always thought that no matter how long I might live I should want people to feel when I came to die that I had a little more of a record than born in 1899 and died some time in the future.”
“That’s the best thing some men ever did.”
“What?”
“Why, to die. They’d give up their places to others who could fill them better.”
“What’s all that got to do with that old house?”
“Nothing. I didn’t start to talk about Methuselah.”
“That’s all right, but what about this house?”
“It’s haunted.”
A hearty laugh went up from the three boys who were the companions of George Sanders in his automobile.