Beverly's quick wits which had grasped many details of Miss Woodhull's idiosyncrasies, had taken in this one. It served her turn now. The gym was lighted only by moonlight, and silent as silence itself. The girls tittered. "Isn't the joke on you, Bev?" asked Aileen. "Oh look! Quick!" whispered Sally. Beverly merely nodded. At the further end of the room something glowed uncannily. Then two figures stole into a patch of moonlight, one tall and tattered; the other enveloped in a long garment which resembled a girl's coat, and from out the darkness came a sepulchral whisper: "Where the dickens did you say that key was?" "Under the last side-horse," Beverly whispered back. "Can't you find it?" "Ah, I looked under the first one," was the disgusted answer. "Did you get the box?" "Yes, I've got it all O. K.," replied the taller figure, "and now we're going to beat it. Good-night. Did you get ragged again?" "Nothing stirring, but we wanted to be sure you got the eats. They're great. Good-night," whispered Beverly. "So long," and spook number one having evidently found the key in question made for a door which gave upon the rear terrace. Just as he was about to insert the key the door was opened from the outside and Wesley's wooley head was outlined in the moonlight. The spooks darted behind the refreshment table and the three watchers dropped into inconspicuous heaps upon the gallery floor. Wesley had entered with his pass key in compliance with Mrs. Bonnell's orders. The maids who were to help him had lingered to get their trays. Wesley would have given a good deal could the clearing up have been deferred until the light of day, but he was obliged to obey Mrs. Bonnell. "Whar dose fool gals at wid dey trays?" he muttered, "Seem lak gals ain' never whar yo' want 'em _when_ yo' want 'em, an' pintedly dar when yo' don'. Ma Lawd, whar' dat 'lectric switch at," he ended as he clawed about the dark wall at the side of the door for the duplicate of the switch Miss Woodhull had so carefully turned off. As he found it a groan just behind him caused him to swing sharply about. Unless one has heard a darkie's howl of terror at what he believes to be an apparition it is utterly impossible to convey any idea of its weirdness. Wesley tried to reach the door. So did the tall spook. The result was a collision which sent Wesley heels over head, and before he could scramble to his feet again two spooks instead of one had vanished. With a second howl the darkie shot across the gym and out of the door which led into the main building, where his cries speedily brought an audience to which he protested that: "De hants done got dis house, suah!" and so successfully drew attention to the main floor that the three girls had no difficulty in slipping back to Number 10 and raising a window to listen to the thud of hoofbeats down the driveway. So ended All Saint's Eve, though Wesley Watts Mather long retained his horror of that gymnasium after nightfall.