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  He got little else, however. One or two discoveries he certainly made. They were important as indicating that somebody had recently been in the secret passages.

  There was nothing to show what that person had been doing there, but the probability was, of course, that he had concealed himself in the old part of the house while preparing for his operations in Mrs. Pond's room, or while escaping from them.

  These indications were very vague, and did not point to the principal in this affair—that mysterious thief who worked invisibly and by such strange methods.

  After dinner Horace Richmond took Nick aside, for what he termed a discussion of “this ghostly rot.”

  “The very devil is in this business,” said Horace. “The servants are getting scared out of their wits.

  “They all sleep in the old part of the house, you know, and there isn't one of them who hasn't some story to tell of what goes on there in the night.

  “Some of these yarns are the old-fashioned business about sighs and groans, and doors opening and shutting without anybody to open and shut them.

  “But under it all I must say that there seems to be a basis of fact. There's John Gilder, the coachman. You've seen him, Does he look like a man who can be scared easily?”

  “I should say not,” laughed Nick. “He looks to me like a Yankee horse-trader, who is too intimate with the devil and his ways to be at all alarmed about them.”

  “Just so. Well, John Gilder came to me to-day, and told me just as calmly as I'd tell you the time of day, that he'd seen the ghost of Miss Lavina Richmond. He saw her right in this room where we are now.”

  They had gone to the large dining-hall in the old mansion. Horace sometimes used it as a smoking-room, but otherwise it was seldom visited, except when the house was full of guests and all the old part was thrown open.

  It was a long and high room, finished in dark wood, and decorated with moldering portraits in the worst possible style of art.

  At one end was a gigantic fire-place, which was closed by a screen of boards.

  “He told me,” continued Horace, “that he was passing through here late last night—near midnight, he said—and that he saw Lavina Richmond standing just about where you stand now.

  “He came in by that door, behind me, and she was directly facing him. He says that he didn't move or yell, or do anything, but just stood staring at her.

  “She paid no attention whatever to him, but passed across the room and went out by that other door, which opened as she approached and closed after her of itself.

  “Then he ran for his room. He claims that he wasn't scared—only a bit nervous.

  “You can believe that if you want to. I tell you that he was scared, so that he won't get over it in a year.

  “If it wasn't for that I might think he was lying; but when a man like Gilder quietly invites the footman—whom he always hated—to take half of his bed for a few weeks, it's a sure thing that he's seen something out of the ordinary.

  “And the footman, as I learn, was mighty glad to accept the invitation, for he's been having a few experiences of his own.

  “Now, Mr. Carter, you and I believe that these things are done by some clever trickster. It may be that some bogus medium who used to get the colonel's good money away from him, wants more of it, and is taking this means of driving my uncle back to the fold of true believers.

  “I'm beginning to believe that that may be the fact. But whatever it is, the case is almighty serious.

  “Here's a nice old man, living happily, and gradually getting away from his delusion. Here's an agent of the devil trying to drive this old man back to his delusion, and make a lunatic of him, for that's what the doctor says will certainly happen.

  “I say it's too bad, not to mention the jewels at all. Now, what are we going to do about it?”

  “Catch the rascal,” said Nick, promptly, “and catch him mighty quick.”

  “Well, I hope you'll succeed. I tell you, Mr. Carter, I feel toward Colonel Richmond all the affection that I would give my father, if he were alive, and I can't bear to see him driven out of his wits in this infernal way.”

  “Have no fear,” said Nick; “we'll save him. This trickery with the servants may give us a chance to catch our man.”

  They returned to the parlor in the new part of the house.

  Colonel Richmond was not there.

  “Where is he?” asked Horace, anxiously, of Mrs. Pond.

  “He has gone to his room. He said that the excitement of this affair had worn him out completely.”

  Horace looked relieved.

  Nick said that he, too, would go to his room.

  He went, but he did not remain long in it. He had a fancy for a quiet stroll around the house on the outside. It would be interesting to know whether anybody entered or left it during the night.

  One of the secret passages of the old house communicated with a sort of tunnel, which had its outer extremity in an old well about twenty yards away. This tunnel had caved in long before, but had been restored by Colonel Richmond, who wished to preserve all the old-time peculiarities of the place.

  The inner end of it had been closed by a strong door, so as to prevent anybody who might have the secret from entering in that way, but Nick was strongly of the opinion that it would not keep out the persons who were “haunting” the house in case they desired to come in.

  If anybody was going in and out secretly this seemed to be the readiest way, so Nick had resolved to watch the well that night.

  A little house with sides of lattice-work had been built over it, and vines covered it.

  Nick stealthily crept into its shadow, and prepared for his vigil. But it was not destined to be a long one.

  He had not been there ten minutes before he saw a figure hastening along one of the numerous paths which wound through the grounds.

  This person evidently wished to avoid observation, and that was enough for Nick. He immediately started in pursuit.

  He trailed his man to the edge of the colonel's grounds. During this pursuit the man kept in the shadow of some trees, and Nick had no opportunity to see him clearly.

  But as the man stepped out into the highway, a ray of moonlight fell upon him, and Nick recognized him in an instant. It was Colonel Richmond.

  Why this man should be leaving his own house by stealth and under the cover of darkness was an interesting problem.

  Nick resolved to know all about it before the night was much older. So he trailed along.

  The colonel walked up the highway with rapid strides.

  About half a mile from the house he found a carriage standing under the shadow of a tree.

  Evidently he expected to find it just there, for he immediately jumped into it, and the driver whipped up his horse.

  Nick was unable to see the driver, for the carriage was a covered buggy, and had been standing with its back toward him.

  The horse was evidently a good one, but Nick overhauled him, and got hold of the carriage behind.

  There was no chance for him to ride there, but his grip on the wagon helped him along, and he ran about eight miles quite comfortably.

  His presence so near was entirely unsuspected by the occupants of the carriage. He was favorably situated for overhearing their conversation, but unfortunately they did not say anything.

  Nick discovered that the driver was a woman, but he could only guess at her identity.

  At last they turned suddenly out of the road, into the grounds of a private house.

  The sound of the wheels was evidently heard within, and the front door was thrown open, letting out considerable light from the hall.

  Nick could not go too near that light, so he let go, and crept into some shrubbery.

  The carriage drew up before the door, and the colonel and his companion hurried into the house, leaving the horse tied.

  The detective failed to obtain a good view of the woman or of the person who had opened the door. The latter seemed to be a
servant.

  When the door had closed, Nick crept up.

  He manoeuvred carefully, and discovered that there was somebody sitting in the hall just inside the door.

  Entrance by that means was out of the question.

  However, he succeeded without much difficulty in entering the house from the rear.

  He found himself in the kitchen, from which he passed to a dining-room.

  This apartment was almost totally dark. Nick felt his way to the side opposite the kitchen, and came to a heavy pair of folding doors.

  From the other side came a confused murmur of voices, as if many persons were talking in hushed tones.

  Presently they became quite still and then there arose the sound of music. It was a slow and somber strain, as from an organ gently played.

  Nick was crouching against the door, among the folds of a curtain which could be drawn across.

  Suddenly he heard a slight sound behind him. He turned noiselessly.

  A white figure flitted across the room.

  Nick was at one end of the folding doors, and the figure passed to the other end and into the corner beyond.

  There it suddenly vanished.

  The light was so dim that Nick could not tell exactly what had happened.

  It certainly seemed as if the figure had gone straight through the wall.

  About a minute later another form appeared in the same way. It crossed the room, and vanished.

  “Good!” muttered Nick. “I'll back these ghosts against any that Colonel Richmond can raise in his house.”

  Almost immediately there was the sound of a voice in the room beyond the doors.

  “Does any person present recognize a departed friend?” it said.

  Then Colonel Richmond's voice arose, hoarse and trembling with emotion.

  “Aunt Lavina,” he said, “tell me what you wish me to do. I will obey you absolutely.”

  “I thought so,” chuckled the detective. “The colonel has come to attend a spiritualistic seance.”

  CHAPTER VI. A ROUND-UP OF SPOOK-ARTISTS.

  It began to look very much as if Horace Richmond's theory was correct. Certainly the colonel had fallen again into the clutches of bogus mediums.

  It might be that the whole plot was directed to that end, and that the transfer of the jewels to the Stevenses was only to be an incidental result of the plot.

  Yet so long as Miss Stevens' unusual conduct remained unexplained, it would not do to go upon this theory.

  “One of the principal things that Horace Richmond employed me to do,” said Nick to himself, “was to break up his uncle's belief in spiritualism. I guess that this is a first-class chance to do it.”

  He softly crept to the corner where the gliding figures had disappeared.

  There, as he expected, he found one of those movable panels which the bogus mediums prepare so cleverly.

  His experience of such affairs taught Nick exactly what he should find in the other room.

  There must be a little cabinet in the corner covering the other side of the sliding panel.

  The medium might be in it, or she might be sitting blindfold just by the door.

  But the cabinet was certainly not empty. Two figures had gone into it, as Nick had observed.

  One of these was doubtless playing the part of Aunt Lavina.

  The other must be waiting to appear in some other role.

  Nick listened. He could hear the colonel questioning the supposed spirit.

  The replies were put in that silly and mysterious language supposed to be appropriate to visitors from the other world.

  The meaning of them, however, was plain enough. Colonel Richmond was commanded to restore the jewels to Millie Stevens.

  This point was made so exceedingly clear, and his promise was demanded in such stringent terms that Nick was no longer able to doubt that the interests of the Stevenses were being very carefully attended to by these “spook-compellers.”

  In view of the facts already known, it was hardly possible to reach any other conclusion than that Millie Stevens had hired this medium to do the whole job.

  That it was being done “to the queen's taste,” Nick was forced to admit.

  Yet he couldn't help being sorry to believe that such a charming and beautiful girl as Millie Stevens should be mixed up in such a dirty business.

  He waited till Colonel Richmond had completed his solemn protestations, and then suddenly slid the panel and passed through.

  There was another person in the cabinet, who was, of course, instantly aware of Nick's entrance.

  But the place was so dark that at first the bogus ghost did not know that Nick was not one of the regular company of spirits.

  He had a chance to get his bearings before the discovery was made.

  The shade of Aunt Lavina was just retreating toward the cabinet making that absurd series of nods and gestures which such spirits always use.

  Nick could see this performance through an aperture in the side of the cabinet.

  He instantly leaped out, and grappled with the spook.

  Then there was an uproar. The whole room was in indescribable confusion.

  Somebody turned up the light. For an instant Nick, grappling with the spirit, saw Colonel Richmond.

  The colonel had not been given a private seance. Possibly he had not desired it. He had come with a dozen other victims of the same delusion.

  He had been given a seat a little in the rear.

  Before him, as is usual, was a row of persons who were “in the game.”

  The space where the spirits appear is always encircled by such a line as a guard against possible attempts at exposure.

  Of course, everybody in the room was on his feet.

  Some of the front-row people were rushing upon Nick.

  Others had crowded around Colonel Richmond so closely that Nick was afraid he might not fully see the exposure of this fake.

  The person whom Nick had seized was not a woman, as might have been expected, but a man. He was of short stature, but surprising strength.

  Even in the mighty arms of the detective, he managed to struggle vigorously, and for a moment prevented Nick from tearing away the white and ghostly wrappings.

  But a complete expose could not have been long delayed. In spite of the odds against him, Nick was certain to come out ahead.

  He called out to Colonel Richmond:

  “Look! Look at this! It's a man!”

  Just at that instant a tall man who had been standing beside the female “medium,” and acting as master of ceremonies, seized an ornament from the mantelpiece, and hurled it not at Nick, as the detective expected, but at the lamp in the corner of the room.

  This lamp had been turned up by one of the timid believers as soon as the row began.

  The missile which the spiritualistic “bouncer” hurled was well directed. It smashed the lamp to fragments, and the room for a minute was dark.

  Then another light flashed up. The broken lamp had set fire to the window curtains.

  The scene hadn't been what one would call peaceful before, but it had been nothing at all to what it became when the fire leaped up.

  Pandemonium broke loose. Doors and windows were burst out, and everybody rushed toward the outer air.

  Among the last to emerge was Nick.

  He held the “bouncer” in one hand and the ghost of Aunt Lavina in the other.

  Both of them were very badly used up. When the detective dropped them on the lawn they made no attempt to rise.

  Some of the medium's stool-pigeons were beginning to get their wits together, and were making preparations for putting out the fire.

  Nick yelled to them, and pointed to a line of garden hose on the lawn.

  There was a head of water in this pipe, and with the aid of its stream the fire was extinguished.

  The detective did not assist. He turned his attention to discovering what had become of Colonel Richmond.

  The colonel had disapp
eared. The carriage in which he had come was gone.

  Doubtless the person who had driven him over had hustled him into the carriage at the earliest possible moment.