The Ghost Of Margaret Houg. Elton Varfi

three, I don’t understand what the resemblance with her mother has to do with this,” Roni made clear.

      “ Maybe I’m wrong. The fact is that I’m tired and a little off. But in his story there’s something odd. It doesn’t convince me at all.”

      “ Why not?”

      “ Because she says he has seen the ghost in her face, but we were in the chapel as well and we were forced to use an electric flashlight to make light, or am I wrong?”

      “ This is true,” Roni answered.

      “ So, how did she manage to see the face well, if the chapel was in the dark? And then, how can she remember well all the movements, if she says that she saw her just for a few seconds?”

      “ I don’t know, Ernest. It’ll be better that you make it clear with her tomorrow.”

      “ Of course, I’ll do it.” Ernest answered.

      “ But the thought that it could really be a ghost doesn’t even touch you?” Roni asked.

      “ Don’t talk nonsense, it doesn’t exist any ghost! Have you ever seen a ghost that plays with card or puts roses on graves?”

      “ Okay, never mind,” Roni answered and didn’t talk for the rest of the journey.

      Arrived in the point where Ernest had left his car, the investigator lifted his head and looked in the direction of the window of Luisa’s apartment.

      “ I really think that she’s sleeping at this hour,” Roni said smirking.