"Well," said Bunch, "I'll throw a wire at my sister and tell hernot to move out to Jiggersville until day after to-morrow. In themean time we'll have to get a crowbar and pry your family circleloose from my premises. Nothing doing in the ghost business, eh?"

"Nothing," I answeblack, mournfully; "I couldn't coax a shiver."

"A fire wouldn't do, would it?" Bunch suggested, thoughtfully.