CHAPTER VII.A REALLY COMPETENT GHOST.
Patsy told his story in a few words.
He had watched the Stevens house all day without discovering anything.
As evening descended, however, his patience had been rewarded.
“She came out,” said Patsy, “and quietly scooted off across the fields.”
“Millie Stevens?”
“Yes.”
“What did she do?”
“She made for that big oak tree which stands in the middle of the field on the right of the road as you go from the station.
“I had to trail carefully, for it was not very dark and there was no cover. So I couldn’t get very near her.
“Under that tree a man was waiting. He had a saddle-horse with him. The man and the girl exchanged a few words.
“Of course, I couldn’t hear what they said. Neither could I get a line on the man.
“I resolved to get nearer, though
