"He fell down a well and was drowned."
Horror froze Joe Morrow's blood. Words passed back and forth in the
room--he did not hear them. By and by the three men were in the road and
headed for Farley's. He trailed along. They stopped at Mr. Sweetman's for
the key.
"Doctor," the farmer said heavily, "not for one thousand dollars would I
go into that house again."
"You'd buy it though," Dr. Stone said mildly.
"Not now. Since this morning I am told that when you tear down a ghost
house the ghost follows you into yours. Maybe it is so. I do not take a
chance."
"Who told you that?" the real estate man snapped.