"
"How kind of him," reflected Mr. Granger; "no doubt he has been speaking
to Beatrice again about Owen Davies."
"Oh, by the way," he added aloud, "did you happen to hear anybody moving
in the house last night, Mr. Bingham, just when the storm was at its
height? First of all a door slammed so violently that I got up to see
what it was, and as I came down the passage I could almost have sworn
that I saw something white go into the spare room. But my candle went
out and by the time that I had found a light there was nothing to be
seen."
"A clear case of ghosts," said Geoffrey indifferently. It was indeed
a "case of ghosts," and they would, he reflected, haunt him for many a
day.
"How very odd," put in Elizabeth vivaciously, her keen eyes fixed
intently on his face. "Do you know I thought that I twice saw the door
of our room open and shut in the most mysterious fashion. I think that
Beatrice must have something to do with it; she is so uncanny in her
ways."
Geoffrey never moved a muscle, he was trained to keep his countenance.
Only he wondered how much this woman knew.
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