Part 14 (1/2)

Mr. Sesemann knew that the two were not on good terms, so he said to the butler:

”Come here, Sebastian, and tell me honestly, if you have played the ghost for Miss Rottenmeier's pastime?”

”No, upon my word, master; you must not think that,” replied Sebastian frankly. ”I do not like it quite myself.”

”Well, I'll show you and John what ghosts look like by day. You ought to be ashamed of yourselves, strong young men like you! Now go at once to my old friend, Dr. Cla.s.sen, and tell him to come to me at nine o'clock to-night. Tell him that I came from Paris especially to consult him, and that I want him to sit up all night with me. Do you understand me, Sebastian?”

”Yes indeed! I shall do as you say, Mr. Sesemann.” Mr. Sesemann then went up to Clara's room to quiet and comfort her.

Punctually at nine o'clock the doctor arrived. Though his hair was grey, his face was still fresh, and his eyes were lively and kind.

When he saw his friend, he laughed aloud and said: ”Well, well, you look pretty healthy for one who needs to be watched all night.”

”Have patience, my old friend,” replied Mr. Sesemann. ”I am afraid the person we have to sit up for will look worse, but first we must catch him.”

”What? Then somebody _is_ sick in this house? What do you mean?”

”Far worse, doctor, far worse. A ghost is in the house. My house is haunted.”

When the doctor laughed, Mr. Sesemann continued: ”I call that sympathy; I wish my friend Miss Rottenmeier could hear you. She is convinced that an old Sesemann is wandering about, expiating some dreadful deed.”

”How did she make his acquaintance?” asked the doctor, much amused.

Mr. Sesemann then explained the circ.u.mstances. He said that the matter was either a bad joke which an acquaintance of the servants was playing in his absence, or it was a gang of thieves, who, after intimidating the people, would surely rob his house by and by.

With these explanations they entered the room where the two servants had watched before. A few bottles of wine stood on the table and two bright candelabra shed a brilliant light. Two revolvers were ready for emergencies.

They left the door only partly open, for too much light might drive the ghost away. Then, sitting down comfortably, the two men pa.s.sed their time by chatting, taking a sip now and then.

”The ghost seems to have spied us and probably won't come to-day,”

said the doctor.

”We must have patience. It is supposed to come at one,” replied his friend.

So they talked till one o'clock. Everything was quiet, and not a sound came from the street. Suddenly the doctor raised his finger.

”s.h.!.+ Sesemann, don't you hear something?”

While they both listened, the bar was unfastened, the key was turned, and the door flew open. Mr. Sesemann seized his revolver.

”You are not afraid, I hope?” said the doctor, getting up.

”Better be cautious!” whispered Mr. Sesemann, seizing the candelabrum in the other hand. The doctor followed with his revolver and the light, and so they went out into the hall.

On the threshhold stood a motionless white form, lighted up by the moon.

”Who is there?” thundered the doctor, approaching the figure. It turned and uttered a low shriek. There stood Heidi, with bare feet and in her white night-gown, looking bewildered at the bright light and the weapons. She was shaking with fear, while the two men were looking at her in amazement.

”Sesemann, this seems to be your little water carrier,” said the doctor.

”Child, what does this mean?” asked Mr. Sesemann. ”What did you want to do? Why have you come down here?”