Detective and mystery stories; Wise, Pennington (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
"Nor the tale either," said the Professor. "It's too true. The shawled
woman filled the specifications too accurately to seem convincing."
"You're a nice crowd," grumbled Mr. Bruce. "Come up here for experiences
and then hoot at the first real thing that happens."
"All your own fault," retorted Norma. "If you hadn't advertised your
propensity for fooling us, your word would have carried weight."
"All right, let somebody else sleep in that room, then. But not Miss
Carnforth. Let one of the men try it."
"Thank you, none for me," said Braye. "I detest shawled women waking me
up at four o'clock, to take my poison!"
"I'll beg off, too," said Tracy. "I wake at four every morning anyway,
with those aspen boughs shivering against my windows. I'd trim them off,
but that doesn't seem like playing the game."
"Wynne shan't sleep there, and that settles _that_," and Milly's grasp on
her husband's coat sleeve was evidently sufficiently detaining.
"That leaves only me, of the men," asserted the Professor. "I'm quite
willing to sleep in that room. Indeed, I want to. I've only been waiting
till I felt sure of the house, the servants and--excuse me, the members
of our own party! Now, I've discovered that the servants' quarters can be
securely locked off, so that they cannot get in this part of the house;
I've found that the outside doors and the windows can be fastened against
all possibility of outside intrusion; and, I shall stipulate that our
party shall so congregate in a few rooms, that no one can--ahem,--haunt
my slumbers without some one else knowing it. I'll ask you three young
ladies to sleep in one room and allow me to lock you in. Or two adjoining
rooms, to which I may hold all keys. Mr. Tracy, Mr. Bruce and Mr. Braye,
I shall arrange similarly, while the Landons must also consent to be
imprisoned by me. This is the only way I can make a fair test. Will you
all agree?"
"Splendid!" cried Eve, "of course we will. But, Professor, let me try it
first. If you should have a weird experience, it might scare me off, but
now I am brave enough. Oh, please, do that! Let me lock you all in your
rooms, and let me sleep in the Room with the Tassels to-night! Oh, please
say yes, all of you! I _must_, I must try it!" The girl looked like a
seeress, as, with glittering eyes and flushed cheeks she plead her cause.
"Why, of course, if you want to, Miss Carnforth," said the Professor,
looking at her admiringly. "I'll be glad to have the benefit of your
experience before testing myself. And there is positively no danger. As
I've said, the locks, bolts, and bars are absolutely safe against outside
intrusion, or visits from the servants. Though we know _they_ are not to
be suspected. And as you are not afraid of the supernatural, I can see no
argument against your plan."
"Suppose I go with you," suggested Norma, her large blue eyes questioning
Eve Carnforth's excited face.
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