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Gloame," explained Gates, and Godfrey's heart sank heavily. "By the way, have a cigarette while I am busy with this." He tossed his cigarette case to Godfrey, who inspected it and the contents curiously. "Are they to smoke, sah?" "Certainly, light up, if Mrs. Gloame doesn't object."
This one, the last, do you see it? Well, it was the only capable stroke of them all. Just think of having to go through eternity with these awful scars on my neck. And it was beautiful, too, wasn't it, Godfrey?" Garrison thought it must have been the prettiest neck ever given to woman. "Divine!" cried Mr. Gloame warmly.
"Of course; come and sit between us." "Oh, I'm not afraid of ghosts," replied Gates indifferently. Miss Kelly looked daggers through her tender blue eyes. "I wonder what that boy has on his mind?" murmured Mrs. Gloame anxiously. "Nothing," responded Miss Kelly, sweetly. But the Colonel was beginning.
"My dear sah, there never lived a woman who had the arms, the neck, and shoulders that my wife possessed. I speak reservedly, too, sah, for since my demise I have seen thousands. A shade has some privileges, you know." "Godfrey Gloame!" cried his wife, suspiciously. "What have you been doing? Have you been snooping into the privacy of " "Now, my dear girl, do not be too hasty in your conclusions.
By the way, I stopped in her bedchamber as I came through. But that's neither here or there. What are you doing here with this young whipper- snapper, Beatrice?" "Let me explain, Mr. Gloame," began Gates hastily. "I desire no explanation from you, sah," interposed Godfrey, towering with dignity. "You would explain just as all men do under like circumstances. Beatrice, I demand satisfaction."
"Colonel Gloame is going to tell us about those dear old ghosts." "Now, my dear Louise, I've told that story times without number to every soul in this house," remonstrated the Colonel. "You, to my certain knowledge have been an attentive listener for one hundred and nine times. Even though it brings upon my head the weight of your wrath, I must positively decline to "
Garrison set to work with the Colonel's decanters, concocting a brew over the spirit lamp, the two wraiths looking on in silent admiration. "How like you Mr. Garrison is, Godfrey," said Mrs. Gloame. "Except the water, my dear," agreed Godfrey, taking it for granted that she referred to his ability to mix drinks. "Do you use the water to cleanse the goblet, Mr. Garrison?" "Chief ingredient, Mr.
Garrison." "Good-night," added the beautiful Mrs. Gloame," and a Merry Christmas. I sincerely hope we have not annoyed you." "I have never enjoyed anything so hugely. No one will believe me when I tell this story at the club. Merry Christmas to both of you. You'll come again, won't you?" They were at the door and looking back at him.
"What a very disagreeable ghost," muttered Gates, remembering that ghosts are harmless. Mrs. Gloame led the unruly Godfrey up to the table and, in a delightfully old-fashioned way, introduced the two gentlemen. "Mr. Garrison is the brother of my successor, the present mistress of Gloaming," she said. "And a devilish pretty woman, too. I've seen her frequently.
"Ah, since you speak of it, I did feel your draft when you came in," he said. "But, if you will pardon me, Mrs. Gloame, there is something uncanny about you just the same. You'll admit that, I'm sure. How would you have felt when you were in the flesh to have had a horrible ghost suddenly walk in upon you?" "Oh, I am horrible, am I?" she said as she leaned toward him with an entrancing smile.
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