Ghost Beyond the Gate

Ghost Beyond the Gate

Mildred A. Wirt

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Ghost Beyond the Gate by Mildred A. Wirt

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1 LOST ON A HILLTOP 1

2 AT THE LISTENING POST 11

3 AN UNPLEASANT DRIVER 20

4 STOLEN TIRES 26

5 AN IMPORTANT INTERVIEW 35

6 FRONT PAGE NEWS 43

7 QUESTIONS WITHOUT ANSWERS 52

8 A FEW CHANGES 58

9 AN OPEN SAFE 68

10 TALE OF A GHOST 75

11 BY A CEMETERY WALL 85

12 FLIGHT 91

13 A BLACK MARKET 100

14 A FAMILIAR FIGURE 107

15 GHOST IN THE GARDEN 117

16 A DOOR IN A BOX 125

17 ADVENTURE BY MOONLIGHT 134

18 THROUGH THE CELLAR WINDOW 142

19 A BAFFLING SEARCH 151

20 ACCUSATIONS 157

21 MRS. BOTTS' REVELATION 166

22 A PARK BENCH 173

23 FORGOTTEN EVENTS 180

24 TRICKERY 190

25 FINAL EDITION 203

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