“Has she heard the noises?”
“She has never mentioned them.”
“Why not move to another apartment?”
“That would do no good. We have moved five times in the last two years. When the thing first started we were living on the estate of my niece near Lake Forest. We left the place in charge of care-takers and moved to Evanston. The apparition followed us. We moved to Englewood. The thing moved with us. We have had three different apartments in Chicago since. It came to all of them with equal regularity.”
“Would you mind writing for me the various addresses at which you have lived?”
“Not at all, if they will assist in solving this mystery.”
The doctor procured a pencil and a sheet of note paper, and Ritsky put down the addresses.
Doctor Dorp scanned them carefully.
“Villa Rogers,” he said. “Then your niece is Olga Rogers, daughter of millionaire James Rogers and his beautiful wife, the former Russian dancer, both of whom were lost with the Titanic?”
“Olga’s mother was my sister. After the sudden death of her parents, the court appointed me her guardian and trustee of the estate.”