She paused and appeared to be
listening. Then she went to the door.
"Jennings!" she beckoned.
"What is it, Marie?" he replied.
She said nothing, but as he came up the hall led him to the center
of the room.
"Listen! I heard sighs and groans!"
Jennings looked at her a moment, puzzled, then laughed. "You
girls!" he exclaimed. "I suppose you'll always think the library
haunted, now."
"But, Jennings, listen," she persisted.
Jennings did listen. Sure enough, there were sounds, weird,
uncanny. He gazed about the room. It was eerie. Then he took a few
steps toward the safe. Marie put out her hand to it, and started
back.
"Why, that safe is all covered with cold sweat!" she cried with
bated breath.
Sure enough the face of the safe was beaded with dampness.
Jennings put his hand on it and quickly drew it away, leaving a
mark on the dampness.
"Wh-what do you think of that?" he gasped.
"I'm going to tell Miss Dodge," cried Marie, genuinely frightened.
A moment later she burst into Elaine's room.
"What is the matter, Marie?" asked Elaine, laying down her book.
"You look as if you had seen a ghost."
"Ah, but, mademoiselle--it ees just like that. The safe--if
mademoiselle will come downstairs, I will show it you."
Puzzled but interested, Elaine followed her. In the library
Jennings pointed mutely at the new safe.
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