"
"It isn't MY ghost story," began Mr. Bacon indignantly. The arrival of
four or five men, who stamped into the already crowded hallway from
the porch outside, claimed the attention of the quartette. Among them
was the doctor who, they were soon to discover, was also the coroner
of the county. A very officious deputy sheriff was also in the group.
Before rejoining the crowd in the tap-room, Barnes advised his
companions, especially the girl, to say as little as possible about
what they had heard and seen.
"This thing is going to turn out to be a whacking sensation, and it
may be a great deal more important than we think. You don't want to
become involved in the investigation, which may become a national
affair. I'd like to have a hand in clearing it up. My head is chock-
full of theories that might--"
"Maybe Roon was right," said Dillingford, slowly, as he edged a step
or two away from Barnes.
"In what respect?"
"He certainly thought you were a detective or something like that.
Maybe he thought you came with that young woman, or maybe he thought
you were shadowing her, or--"
"There are a lot of things he may have thought," interrupted Barnes,
smiling. "It is barely possible that my arrival may have caused him to
act more hastily than he intended.
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