THE HA'NT GROWS MYSTERIOUS I waked early and hurried through with my dressing, eager to get down stairs and report my last night's finding in regard to Mose.

My first impulse had been to rouse the house, but on soberer second thoughts I had decided to wait till morning.

I was glad now that I had; for with the sunlight streaming in through the eastern windows, with the fresh breeze bringing the sound of twittering birds, life seemed a more cheerful affair than it had the night before, and the whole aspect of the ha'nt took on a distinctly humorous tone.
A ghost who wafted roast chickens through the air and out of doors on a breeze of its own constructing, appealed to me as having an original mind.

Since my midnight discovery I felt pretty certain that I could identify the ghost; and as I recalled the masterly way in which Mose had led and directed the hunt, I decided that he was cleverer than Rad had given him credit for.

I went down stairs with my eyes and ears wide open prepared for further revelations.