They thought very well of the idea.
It was close to noon when the ’bus deposited them at the town from which they had to walk to the estate.
Strolling down the quiet street toward the main highway, Sandy’s alert eyes, always roving, caught sight of the estate caretaker. They hailed him and ran to the corner where he had turned to wave to them.
He greeted them sourly. Plainly the caretaker was out of sorts.
“Humph!” he grunted. “More dern amachoor detectives!”
“What makes you say that?” Sandy’s grin of salutation changed to a look of hurt surprise.
“Why wouldn’t I say it? Ain’t it enough I had reporters an’ all rampagin’ through the place without you three got to come, on top o’ that Whiteside feller and Jeff——”
“Mr. Whiteside—and Jeff?” repeated Larry.
“Yep! Nights it’s been bad enough—now it’s daytimes! Ghosts! Reporters! Snoopers! And now you fellers in the daytime!”
“What about Mr. Whiteside—and Jeff?” Dick wanted to get to the bottom of a startling situation.