Come, Mollie, we are getting on in this deduction business.
Some one mistook me for some one else, and that shows that it is not
really me who is wanted. That's good.
"Then, if that's the case, the sooner the mistake is discovered, and
rectified, so much the better. I shall be released as soon as that queer
man in the winding sheet discovers his error.
"And he ought to do it soon, for he seemed very anxious to get me back,
and doubtless he will soon come to find out why I--or the person I am
supposed to be--went away."
Then Mollie had another idea. She reasoned this out as she flashed the
rays of the lamp about the bare apartment.
"But why should I wait for that man to come back?" she asked herself.
"There might be trouble when he discovers that I am not the person he
thinks me. He may be angry. And, though doubtless Betty and the others
will do all they can for me, I had better see if I can help myself.
"Oh, isn't it all queer? The folks at home will never believe it when we
tell them."
Mollie went quickly over the different happenings of the night, and
tried to figure out a reason for the various ghostly manifestations.
That they were the work of some one endeavoring to depreciate the value
of the property, she was certain.
"That man may have hired some girl who looks like me to help him," she
thought, "and she may have become afraid, or worried, and left.
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