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should he do this?”

      “Because he’s crazy. That’s reason enough.”

      “I’d like to hear you explain your theory a little further.”

      “Why, Mr. Carter, I’m surprised at you. Is there any motive for this so-called crime? No. Then it must be a crazy person’s work. Is there more than one lunatic among us? Certainly not. So, as two and two make four, and the sun doesn’t rise in the west, Colonel Richmond is the man. What kind of a detective do you think I’d make?”

      “There isn’t any one alive who could compare with you,” said Nick.

      “You’re joking.”

      “No; I’m serious. There are plenty of detectives who can reason up to the wrong man, but none, I’m sure, who can do it so quickly as you can.”

      Mrs. Stevens laughed at her daughter’s discomfiture, and the girl joined heartily.

      “Supposing for a moment that your theory is true,” continued Nick. “How do you suppose that Colonel Richmond managed to get the jewels over here?”

      The girl became serious in a moment.

      “This is a very delicate subject,” she said. “I hate to cast suspicion upon any one.”

      “You refer to the new servant, of course.”

      “Well, we know nothing about the girl,” said Mrs. Stevens, “and, of course, when anything so strange happens in the house we naturally think of her. She brought good references, and she certainly looks honest.”

      “Did she have an opportunity to put the jewels into this room?”

      “As to that, I have talked it over with my daughter, and it seems just possible that the girl could have done it. I thought at first that it was not.”

      “Of course, it was possible,” exclaimed Miss Stevens. “She could have run up the back stairs at any time.”

      She proceeded to explain this theory, until it seemed quite plausible.

      And yet all the time she was filling the detective’s mind with the blackest suspicions against herself.

      Here was the case: The plotters were trying to work on Colonel Richmond’s superstitions.

      A celebrated detective had been called in. If he succeeded, the plotters failed, and the Stevenses lost the jewels.

      What more natural than that the criminals should wish to throw the detective on a wrong scent? Was it not to be expected that they should pitch upon this new servant as the best person with whom to deceive Nick.

      Altogether, Miss Stevens was making out a very strong case against herself.

Chapter V.

       Colonel Richmond’s Night Adventure

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      Of course, Nick questioned the servant. To have failed to do that would have been to throw light upon his real suspicions.

      She was a tall, slender, and rather pretty Irish girl, named Annie O’Neil.

      Her answers to all questions were plain and simple.

      She told what she had been doing on the previous day while Mrs. Stevens was at lunch. She had not been in the dining-room all the time, but had come in twice or thrice when summoned.

      During the remainder of the time she had been in the kitchen. Nobody had been with her there.

      When Nick left the house, he rode half a mile back along the road, and then dismounted and sat down under a big tree. In a few minutes a farmer’s wagon came along. A young man, who looked like a farm laborer, was riding beside the farmer. He did not ride far beyond the place where Nick was sitting. In a few minutes they sat together under the tree. The young farm laborer was Patsy.

      “I got your message,” said Patsy. “I took the chance to ride over from the station with that fellow, and I’ve asked him a few questions about the house where you want me to go on duty. It seems that there’s no show to get in there on any pretext. I’ll have to camp around on the outside like a grass-eater.”

      “That won’t hurt you, Patsy, my lad,” said Nick. “The weather’s good. You’re to keep an eye on the whole household, but on Miss Stevens especially.

      “This is the way the case looks at present: The girl is doing the work on this end in connection with some confederate concealed in Colonel Richmond’s house.

      “You understand the game. It’s to work the spirit racket on Colonel Richmond until he buys the jewels from his daughter or her husband, and gives them to Miss Stevens.

      “You must watch for the system by which she communicates with her confederate in Richmond’s house. They work the mails, but there must be some quicker means to use in emergencies.

      “Try to snare a letter, or get a sight of the other party.

      “And be sure not to jump at conclusions, Patsy. I’ve told you how the case looks, but it may be any other way. I haven’t begun to work down to it yet.”

      Nick mounted his horse, and Patsy strolled away in the direction of the Stevens house.

      When the detective got back to Colonel Richmond’s, it was well along in the afternoon.

      He spent the remainder of his day in exploring the secret recesses of the old house. It was, indeed, a marvelous place, and Nick got a very high opinion of the ingenuity of the man who had designed its mysterious passages.

      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

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