He enters nervous, shy, feeling again the new boy at school.

The old ghosts gather round him.
"How do you come here--murdered ?" "No, at least, I don't think so." "Suicide?
"No--can't remember the name of it now.

Began with a chill on the liver, I think." The ghosts are disappointed.

But a happy suggestion is made.

Perhaps he was the murderer; that would be even better.