Whispering Walls

THE DAR

arning. Convinced that someone must be crouching beneath the o

was i

rmured. She added jokingly, "Maybe this place has a ghost

host," the photographer muttered. "We'll do a li

wed him outside. Behind them, the door

e was visible in the clearing nor were

whispered by someone standing close to the window who

e from the very inside of

, so the only place a person could hide would be ou

tage and whispered the warning," Penny sai

rin

ed to prevent me investigating

y have follo

d like hers," Penny insisted. "No

ver it was, let's not be bluffed out, Penny

grapher's annoyance, it refused to open e

"Did you close the door w

. The wind must ha

wind? Look a

a leaf wa

" Penny said with a nervous giggle. She glanced at h

retorted

Penny tagging none too happily at his heel

w!" Penny gasped. "H

d locked with a spring catch, but this window is a horse

d it? How was it done

so that she could peer inside the room

f anyone. But

t demanded impatiently

ell lamp! It's n

ur

er if I wore bifocal

a dog," muttered Salt. "We'll find out what

ll. "Locked," she repo

htly to the ground. "Wait until I find

ve already overstepped our rights. W

onkey of us," the photograph

the eyes, Salt. Even the atmosp

ing to turn your back on an unsolv

inished in a firm voice: "We were sent here to get a story and picture for the St

d at the moving hands and muttered: "Jeepers! We've got

the road. As they approached the house, the rear door

n't believe she could have been the one who whispered the

d, starting to adjust his camera. "Ma

raised a hand squarely in front of her face a

o ask you to leave. Mother is so upset. The telephone is

n the verge of tears. S

"That's why I am giving you this. Mother doe

of a middle-aged man who wore glasses. His left cheek was m

ather!" she

ked to have his photograph taken. If you use it, please ta

ed. "This photograph should

ily down the path toward the thatched-roof cottage, but

t hastened on to the parked press car. Starting the c

ugh the trees she could see only the roof-t

rubbery. The fall weather had tinted many of the bushes scarlet, yellow or bronze. Gazing t

large, shaggy dog. Then she became certain it wa

med sharply. "Look

slowed the car,

out 'em,

nce! Perhaps it's the person who whisp

n, only to change his mind. "You're

eways, the photographer swerved the c

going to do?"

e to reply. Already he was out of