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"Then I think I will." The story was soon told.
"Was he in earnest?" demanded Will.
"He seemed so."
"Then let's have a try at laying the ghost!" proposed Frank. "I wonder
what the union rates are for ridding haunted houses of the haunt? We
must have union wages."
"Of course," agreed Will. "Girls, will you transfer any rights you may
have as ghost-layers to us, if we pay you a commission?"
"We'll think about it," murmured Betty.
"I believe it's all foolishness!" declared Grace. "Maybe Mr. Lagg was
only making fun of us."
"No, there _is_ something in it," said Allen Washburn, quietly.
"How do you know?" demanded Will, quickly.
"Because I acted as Mr. Lagg's representative in some legal matters,"
replied the young law student, who was allowed to do some practice. "I
know that he owns the old mansion, and I heard, indirectly, that he was
having trouble disposing of it to the sanitarium doctors. Of course I
can't say as to the ghost, but there is some hitch over carrying out the
transaction. If you girls could solve the mystery, providing there is
one, I know you would be doing Mr. Lagg a service."
"Then let's do it!" cried impulsive Mollie.
"And we'll help," added Will.
Half-jokingly they talked about it as they motored over the pleasant
road. There had been a heavy shower the night before and the main
highways were in excellent condition, though a trifle muddy in spots.
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