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He already understood the melting eyes that were making acquaintance with his, and half felt the pain that gave so much tenderness to her kiss, and looked at her with a grave face of awakening wonder and sympathy. Fleda was glad to have business to call her into the kitchen. "Who is it?" was Barby's immediate question. "Aunt Lucy's daughter."
Jan Miller let out a long-drawn, soft, shuddering sound from between clenched teeth. Barby's fingers clamped tighter on her brother's arm. Rick fought to shake off the feeling of horror and dread. "There aren't any ghosts," he tried to tell himself. "This isn't a ghost. There are no ghosts." Except that he was looking at one! The apparition began to fade, holding out bloody hands.
Rick made a mental note to ask for elaboration of Barby's statement about canceling the event or holding it somewhere else. "The barbecue pits are close to the old mine entrance, where the ghost always appears because that's where the captain was shot. Anyway, everything went well until nearly nine, and that was when we all began to get nervous." Shot at nine, reappears at nine, Rick guessed.
You ha'n't lost none of your good looks ha' you kept all your old goodness along with 'em?" Fleda laughed at this abrupt question, and said she didn't know. "If you ha'n't, I wouldn't give much for your eyes," said Barby letting go her hand. Mrs. Plumfield laughed too at Barby's equivocal mode of complimenting. "Who's that young gal, Barby?" inquired Mrs. Elster.
She sat down before the kitchen fire-place, but she had hardly realized that she was alone when one of the many doors opened and Barby's tall figure walked in. "Here you be," she half whispered. "I knowed there wouldn't be a minute's peace to-morrow; so I thought I'd bid you good-bye to-night." Fleda gave her a smile and a hand, but did not speak.
"Brant and Brant," Scotty intoned, "the marvels of the universe! See the living proof of the science of parapsychology! Mystifying, terrifying, a scientific phenomenon without parallel that has baffled the leading minds of the world!" Scotty's quick mind also had caught the implications of Barby's idea.
The pontoons were so useful that he had left them on, until his new science project had made it necessary to go back and forth between Newark and the island for consultation with a laboratory in the city. He was glad now that he had changed back to wheels. It had made it possible for him and Scotty to leave the morning after Barby's urgent letter arrived.
Barby reached up and seemed to pat her hair slightly. "I forgot," she admitted. "Now it's off." Rick looked at Jan. "Could you hear me through Barby's phone while I was talking?" Jan shook her head. "No, I couldn't. I was listening, too. These are wonderful, Rick." He smiled his thanks. "One interesting thing, though. I should have known, but it didn't occur to me. The receivers are directional."
Rick turned the little radio unit, trying to keep the volume constant. "You'd better let us go," Barby was saying. "You'll get into a lot of trouble if you don't." Rick groaned. Her threats would do about as much good as a bunny threatening a wolf pack. Where was she? On the houseboat? Suddenly he realized ... he had the key in his hands! Barby's voice was high-pitched and frightened now.
Time to pick up Barby. I won't thank you two, because you're going to get paid in steak and pie. See you later." At the home of Barby's friend there was another wait while Rick chafed. He was anxious to get home and phone Steve Ames. However, as it developed, Steve couldn't be reached. It was after dinner before Rick made connections.
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