I--I didn't stay long, I
don't mind admitting that."
For a moment the girls were silent, and then Mollie spoke.
"Did it ever occur to you, Mr. Lagg," she asked, "that those doctors
might be playing a trick on you to get you to part with the property
cheap? A haunted house isn't the best sort of real estate, you know; but
haunts and ghosts can easily be imitated, and those doctors might be up
to some such trick as that."
"I did think of that," went on the storekeeper, "and that is why I came
to you."
"You came to us!" chorused the girls.
"Yes. You see, you solved the mystery of the ghost of Elm Island, and I
don't see why you can't do the same thing for Kenyon's Folly."
"But that ghost, on the island--was a natural one," said Grace. "And the
boys helped us to discover what it was."
"Very well," said Mr. Lagg, calmly. "I've no objection to the boys
helping you in this case. In fact, it might be better. But what I want
to know is, could you--and would you--dare try to solve the ghostly
mystery?"
The girls looked at one another. Amy was shaking her head in the
negative. Betty and Mollie seemed interested, for they were born
leaders, Betty especially. Grace reached for another chocolate, always a
source of inspiration for her.
"Of course I'm not asking you to give up your time and go to a lot of
trouble for nothing," resumed Mr.
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