"Sure. We've never been out there."
"I've passed it," Frank said. "But I didn't go very close to the place, I'll tell you."
Jerry Gilroy, who was a newcomer to Bayport, looked puzzled.
"Where is Polucca's place?"
"You can see it from here. Look," said Chet, taking him by the arm and bringing him over to the side of the road. "See where the shore road dips, away out near the end of Barmet Bay. Do you see that cliff?"
"Yes. There's a stone house at the top."
"Well, that's Polucca's place."
"Who is Polucca?"
"Who was Polucca, you mean," interjected Frank. "He used to live there. But he was murdered."
"And that's why the place is supposed to be haunted?"
"Reason enough, isn't it?" said Biff Hooper. "I don't believe in ghosts, but I'll tell the world there are some funny stories going around about that house ever since Polucca was killed."
"He must have been a strange fellow, anyway," commented Jerry, "to build a house in such a place as that."
Indeed, the Polucca place had been built on an unusual site. High above the waters of the bay it stood, built close to the edge of a rocky
