mean. I've always thought it's a habit of hers to hide her real thoughts behind apparent absurdities."
"I had wondered about that," Garth said with satisfaction. "One more thing. There has been talk among the servants of spirits, of moans."
She shivered.
"I know nothing about that," she said, "except that the house is unbearable. That is one reason I decided on this long visit, why I shrank from coming home."
"Unbearable?" Garth helped her out.
"Old, moldy, and depressing. My husband, I think, believed in it a little. I've heard him and my mother talk about a figure who sometimes walked. I laughed at that, and I laughed when they heard moans. You see the wind often cries in the narrow space between us and the high wall of the next house. I've never liked it here. It depresses me too much. That's all."
"Thanks," Garth said. "You will want time to accustom yourself. Rest assured I will do everything I can to get the truth."
"You must," she said tensely, "and don't hesitate to disturb me if I can be of any use."
As they went out the resonance of Reed's undertone reached Garth.
"Helen. You are giving this man's suspicion too much weight. He seems to have no evidence."
After the door had closed Garth telephoned the inspector, suggesting that the house be guarded in
