“You know just as well as I do,” said Fred sturdily.
“I haven’t the remotest idea what you mean,” said Grant. “You’ll have to try to make the point plain.”
“You mean,” retorted Fred, “that you have to be helped to see a point once in your life.”
“Go ahead, Fred,” called George sharply. “What do you mean?”
“Why you heard the tooting of that horn in the old Meeker House the same as I did,” said Fred.
“You think the car is in that old house?” demanded Grant.
“I didn’t say so,” said Fred, “but I do say that the horn that belongs to George’s car is in that old house, or else the horn that is there is so like it that you couldn’t tell them apart.”
George laughed quietly and said, “Next thing, Fred, you’ll be telling us that the spooks stole the car.”
“I’m not so sure that they didn’t,” said Fred.
“If they did, then what we’ll find in the old Meeker House will be only the ghost of the car, I’m afraid.”