"RADNOR F. GAYLORD." "There," said Rad, thrusting it toward him, "kindly make use of that when you get to Washington, and in the future I should advise you to base your charges on something a little more substantial." His manner was insultingly contemptuous, but Clancy swallowed it with smiling good nature. "I shall be interested in continuing the investigation," he observed as he pocketed the paper and withdrew. CHAPTER VIII THE ROBBERY REMAINS A MYSTERY So we got rid of the detective. But matters did not readily settle down again into their old relations. The Colonel was irritable, and Rad was moody and sullen. He showed no tendency to confide in me as to the truth about the ha'nt, and I did not probe the matter further. In a day or so he brought me three hundred dollars, to cover the amount I had loaned him, together with the "blackmail," as he insisted upon calling it. The money, he informed me, was from the proceeds of the bonds he had sold. He showed me at the same time several letters from his brokers establishing beyond a doubt that the story he had told was true. As to the stolen bonds, their whereabouts was as much a mystery as ever, and Rad appeared to take not the slightest interest in the matter. Since the detective had been summoned, he had washed his hands of all responsibility. I think it was the morning after Clancy's departure that Solomon handed me a pale blue envelope bearing in the upper left-hand corner the device of the Post-Dispatch. I laughed as I ripped it open; I had almost forgotten Terry's existence. It contained a characteristic pencil scrawl slanting across a sheet of yellow copy paper. "Arnold Crosby, Esq. "Turnips Farm, Pumpkin Corners, Va. "_Dear Sir_: "Enclosed please find clipping. Are the facts straight and have the missing bonds turned up? If not, don't you want me to run down and find them for you? Should like to meet an authenticated ghost. Wouldn't be a bad Sunday feature article. Give it my love. Is it a man or lady? Things are also moving nicely in New York--two murders and a child abducted in one week. "How are crops? "Yours truly, "T. P. "Wire me if you want me." The clipping was headed, "Spook Cracks Safe," and was a fairly accurate account of the ha'nt and the robbery. It ended with the remark that the mystery was as yet unsolved, but that the best detective talent in the country had been engaged on the case. I tossed the letter to Radnor with a laugh; he had already heard of Terry's connection with the Patterson-Pratt affair. "Perhaps we couldn't do better than to get him down," I suggested; "he's most abnormally keen at ferreting out a mystery that promises any news--if any one can learn the truth about those bonds, he can." "I don't want to know the truth," Radnor growled. "I'm sick of the very name of bonds."