Only a faint moan, as the apparition swayed uneasily towards us, and even seemed to try to raise itself in our direction; but never a word we heard, and we closed the window again as much in the dark as to its identity as ever.
What could we do?
We couldn't go to bed with Bubbles's or anybody's ghost wandering about in the quadrangle below us, that was evident.

But how were we to solve the mystery, unless indeed-- It was a terrible alternative, but the only one.

We thought of it a good bit before any one proposed it.

At last Fraser himself said-- "Who's game to come down into the quad ?" Fraser was on his mettle, or he would never have been so mad.

At first a dead silence was the only answer to his challenge.