“He’s in the house—doing what?” he wondered.
He did not dare to find out. That “what” might be answered by “watching!”
Once he thought he caught a glint of light in the library window; but it could have come from a high beam of some automobile headlight, on the distant highway that passed the estate.
So Sandy watched and waited.
Therefore he did not see the dark figure that emerged cautiously from the grove and, with intent, careful gaze, studied the hangar.
The ghost was getting ready to walk!
CHAPTER XXX
DICK ENCOUNTERS THE “GHOST”
When Dick had tried crouching, sitting on his heels, walking and every other device he could think of to end the interminable difficulties of trying to pass time with nothing to do and nothing under him but the hard cement hangar floor, he began to wish he had never met Jeff or gotten into the adventure at all.
He resolved, then and there, never to become a detective.
Countless times his nerves had been pulled by sounds which turned out on second thought to be only the contracting of the hot metal, subjected to the sun all day, as the evening breeze robbed it of its warmth.