"Better beware; this house is haunted." "We'll see if we can't lay that ghost, as they say," he responded.
The admiral came to the door.

"What do you make of it ?" he whispered.
"You possibly did not press the button squarely the first time." And that was Fitzgerald's genuine belief.
"By the way, will you take a note for me to Swan's?
It will not take me a moment to scribble it." "Certainly." Finally the young man found himself in the park, heading quickly toward the gates.

He searched the night keenly, but this time he neither heard nor saw any one.

Then he permitted his fancy to take short flights.

Interesting situation! To find himself a guest here, when he had come keyed up for something strenuous! Pirates and jolly-rogers and mysterious trespassers and silent bells, to say nothing of a beautiful young woman with a leaning toward adventure! But the most surprising turn was yet to come.
In the office of Swan's hotel the landlord sat snoozing peacefully behind the desk.