He spent a night there, and actually captured the ghost, who turned out to be just an ordinary man, living on a place adjoining the haunted estate.
He owned up to being the pallid specter that had been giving the house such a bad name; and said he wanted to buy the property in for a song, as it would find no other purchaser if it had such an evil reputation.

Now, maybe somebody wants this quarry for thirty cents, and this is his way of scaring other would-be purchasers away.

We don't want to butt in on any such game, you see." Hugh and the others laughed at such a clever explanation.
"Whatever the truth may be," said Hugh, "I hardly believe it'll turn out anything like that, K.K.But you might as well start on.

We're only losing time here, and it seems as though the thing doesn't mean to give us another sample of that swan song." "For which, thanks!" sighed Julius.

"I know music when I hear it, and if that's what they call a song of the dying swan excuse me from ever listening to another.