She moved up to examine the scene of Lizzie's ghostly misadventure, while Anderson began to interrogate its heroine.
"Now, Lizzie," he said, forcing himself to urbanity, "what did you really see ?" "I told you what I saw." His manner grew somewhat threatening.
"You're not trying to frighten Miss Van Gorder into leaving this house and going back to the city ?" "Well, if I am," said Lizzie with grim, unconscious humor, "I'm giving myself an awful good scare, too, ain't I ?" The two glared at each other as Miss Cornelia returned from her survey of the alcove.
"Somebody who had a key could have got in here, Mr.Anderson," she said annoyedly.

"That terrace door's been unbolted from the inside." Lizzie groaned.

"I told you so," she wailed.

"I knew something was going to happen tonight.

I heard rappings all over the house today, and the ouija-board spelled Bat!" The detective recovered his poise.