Mrs. Bob: A Novel — page 196: what you’re looking at

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188 THE GHOST WALKS AT GORDON MANOR. ceive the master whom he once so safely deposited in the family vault near Richmond? Then what of Colonel Cornelius and the shrewd little French law- yer—would they venture to attempt anything des- perate in order to accomplish their ends? These are things that have to be examined into, and it is this object that brings them to Gordon Manor on this October night. “Tet us listen,’?’ says Bob, so solemnly that his wife titters, just as if he had been in meeting and invited the others to join him in devotion. All is not quiet in the hotse—they hear voices the very first thing, voices that proclaim the presence of those whom they seek. In the direction of the kitchen can also be heard other sounds, as of weeping and praying—evidently the colored folks belonging to the plantation have received a gentiine scare—they have looked upon what they believe is the spirit of the dead master come to haunt the scenes of his life, and it has given them a shock indeed. As to the others, they are closer at hand. ‘Can you lead us to them ?’’ Bob asks, in the ear of his wife, who, without hesitation, replies: ‘‘Hasily—they are in the library. Hark! what do they throw furniture about like that for ?”? ‘‘I should say they were searching for some one,”’ replies Joe, ‘‘and mighty angry because he can’t be found.’? ‘“Undoubtedly your grandfather. Do you know of any secret hiding-place he had, Gypsy ?”? ‘Yes. This house, you know, the main part of it Gom Eboo <S7Gom