But it also appears that young Gordon is perhaps not as courageous as he made out to me when he came to look over the house, and that he has been “hearing things.”
“What sort of things?”
“He didn’t say. But he asked me this morning if I’d been in the house last night. ‘If you find me here at night, it’ll be because I’m paralyzed and can’t move,’ I said, ‘and if you take my advice, you’ll not go round hunting if you hear anything.’”
“That must have cheered him considerably.”
“I don’t know about that. He just looked at me and said, ‘What’s the game, anyhow? I’ll bet a dollar you’re in on it.’”
Edith has sprung a surprise on us all. I have noticed for a day or two that she has been taking a keen interest in the mail; yet Edith’s mail, with Halliday here, is largely a matter of delicate p
