CHAPTER 5I CAME down the hospital steps about nine o’clock, a little uneasy about the burning pain in old Miss Adams’s stomach, and very uneasy indeed about young Daphne Lake alone in Wyndham House with Miss Nettie, her dreadful senile little dog, and old John. Just what I was afraid of I don’t know. Physically Daphne was more than a match for all three—even supposing they meant the girl any harm, which I didn’t think for a moment was true. I don’t believe in ghosts, so it wouldn’t be Lafayette, Washington or Josiah Wyndham that made me almost shudder at the idea of her being there. There was some evil aura about those dark musty rooms with their elaborate and beautiful cornices and carved woodwork, and all their treasures in pictures and furniture. It should have been clean and lovely. It
