The Room With The Tassels. Carolyn Wells

but I take a ghost, in the proper sense, to mean the visible soul of some one who has died.”

      “What do you mean by visible soul? Disembodied?”

      “No,” considered Landon, “I suppose I mean clothed in a body,—that is an apparent body.”

      “And raiment?” asked the old Professor.

      “Yes, certainly. I never heard of a nude spook!”

      “Then your visible soul is concealed by a body of flesh, and clothes, of fabric, or, at least, apparently so. The soul, I take it, would show but low visibility.”

      “Good, Hardwick!” cried Mr. Bruce. “Give them a jolt, they need it,—talking such rubbish!”

      “Rubbish, Bruce? What do you mean by rubbish?”

      “Why, all this ghost gabble——”

      “How do you know it’s rubbish? Have you personally disproved it? Do you mean intentional rubbish? Are they talking deceptively, or are they themselves deceived?”

      “By the Lord Harry, Hardwick, I had forgotten you were such a stickler for words! I must choose my diction carefully. Do you, then, believe that so-called supernatural appearances are caused by psychical influences or are hallucinations of the senses? There, I think I’ve put it clearly.”

      “Fairly so. But I can’t answer clearly. I never express an opinion on a grave question——”

      Milly’s hand flew up to her mouth to repress an involuntary giggle. “A grave question!” she exploded. “It surely is.”

      The Professor looked at her thoughtfully. “It is,” he went on, “and it is no laughing matter. As I was saying, I never state an opinion without being sure of my facts. Now, I’ve had no experience, personally, with supernatural matters, and so am unfit to discuss them. But, I admit I should be very glad to have some such experience. Yes, I certainly should.”

      “Really,” and Eve Carnforth looked interested. “I can arrange it for you, Professor Hardwick.”

      “No, no, my dear lady, I do not mean that I want to go to a séance, where the so-called medium throws flowers and things out of a cabinet, or toots trumpets and bangs cymbals! No, thank you, I’ve seen such often.”

      “What would you choose as an experience?” asked Landon.

      “I’d like to go to a house that is reputed haunted, and in circumstances that preclude all possibility of fraud, see the haunting spirits or hear them, for myself.”

      “Me, too!” cried Vernie. “Oh, I do think that would be the rippingest fun! If you ever do it, Professor, mayn’t I go with you?”

      “I’ll go along,” said Eve. “Wouldn’t that be a splendid proof! To have such a scientific and open-minded man as the Professor, and a few others who are in earnest and anxious to learn. You couldn’t go, Mr. Bruce. You are too sceptical.”

      “I’m just the one you need,” he laughed. “A balance wheel to keep you enthusiasts straight. But haunted houses are not to be found on every bush in America. If we were in England now,—or Scotland.”

      “They do have some over here,” Landon asserted. “I read of one recently, and I’ve heard of others.”

      “Let’s find one,” suggested Eve, “and spend our summer vacation in it! Wouldn’t that be a lark?”

      “Oh, do!” exclaimed Vernie. “I’d just love it! May I go, Uncle Gifford? Oh, please let me.”

      “Only if I go myself, child. The spooks,—I beg their pardon, phantasms, might carry you off. I’ll have to go along to rescue you.”

      “Phantasms don’t carry people off,” said Eve, contemptuously. “And though I’d like to consider this plan, I’d only do so, if we were all in earnest as investigators, whatever our opinions may be.”

      “Come on, let’s go,” said Landon. “I think it a great little old scheme. Make up a party, you know, but every one who joins must promise to be earnest and honest. Must promise to do nothing to fool or mislead the others, but keep a fair and open mind for any developments. Of course, there won’t be any developments, but we can have a jolly time and we can have wild discussions.”

      “Wynne would rather have a discussion than eat,” said his wife. “I’ll go, and I’ll be the housekeeper and chaperon of the crowd, if, as Wynne says, there’ll be no developments. I’d love the outing, and I think this a splendid party to belong to. And let’s take Norma Cameron. She’s a sensitive, or whatever you call it, and she’ll help you out, Eve.”

      “Why make the party any larger?” asked Eve, a little petulantly. “The crowd here now seems just right and congenial and all that.”

      “Why lug in Norma?” said Braye, smiling. “I don’t know said Norma, but I agree with Eve that the party here is just sort of complete.”

      “Yes, I will take Norma. The poor child never gets an outing, and she’d just love this chance.”

      “You talk as if we were going to a summer resort,” said Landon. “In the first place, Milly, I doubt if we can find a properly haunted house in a pleasant locality, that is for rent.”

      “Of course we can’t,” declared Mr. Bruce. “The whole scheme is idiotic. But if you can work it out, Landon, I’ll go along, and take this little piece of property.” He looked smilingly at the eager-eyed Vernie. “She’s due for some fun after her school work, and if she likes this stunt, let’s try to put it over.”

      “How would you set out to find a house?” asked Braye.

      “Advertise,” said Landon, promptly. “I know a firm of real estate agents, that I’ll bet could manage it in short order. Say we try it?”

      “I’m going to take Norma,” insisted Milly. “Mayn’t I, Wynne?”

      “Take anything or anybody you wish, my cherished one. But then, oughtn’t we to have another man?”

      “Yes,” said Milly, decidedly. “I hate a bunch of hens, without plenty of menfolks about. Who knows a nice, good-natured, all round adaptable dinner man?”

      “I know just the chap,” said Braye, “but he’s a minister. Or, at least, he used to be. But he’s an awfully good fellow, and most agreeable parlour company.”

      “What’s his name?” asked Landon.

      “Tracy. I met him first in Chicago, some years ago, and I’ve always liked him.”

      “All right, if Milly asks Norma, you ask your friend, but it’s a case of first catch your house!”

      “It’s got to be a nice house, and fairly comfortable,” Milly stipulated, “or I won’t go.”

      “It’s got to have a well-authenticated ghost, or I won’t go,” laughed Braye. “I don’t believe in the things, but I’d like to have a chance to hear their clanking chains, or whatever they perform on.”

      “I’ll go just for the fun of the thing,” said Vernie, “and if we do catch a ghost, so much the better!”

Chapter II.

       The Old Montgomery Place

       Table of Contents

      At the Fisher and Hibbard Real Estate and Country House Agency, Wynne Landon had a spirited interview with their Mr. Fisher, and finally induced that somewhat unwilling gentleman to advertise for a haunted house.

      “It’s a purely business matter,” Landon argued, “and if you’re any sort of a live agency