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. Page 49 “Why? How?” you blurt out. Though you cannot see his lips move, you hear the voice you remember. “I am here because you are in my house, and you should remember that I died within hours after I asked you to save my life.” “I did my best! I solved the crime!” you reply. “That hardly mattered to me—I died. And it’s your destiny to be haunted by me.” “That’s all very well,” you say boldly, “But maybe you ought to haunt the criminals living in this house—and those vicious dogs, too.” There is a great swirl of gray light as the ghost rises into the air. It moves with increasing speed, circling the tiny room so fast that it seems to be everywhere at once. Then suddenly it’s gone. You get up off the table and wipe your brow. You’re glad you still have sanity! You open the door and peek into the dimly lighted kitchen. Suddenly you hear screams from the dining room! A man is yelling, “It’s a ghost! Get away! NO! NO! NO! AHH!” Smiling, you head down the main hall. Harlowe Thrombey’s ghost is at work! You hear the dogs whimpering. They too, must have been frightened by the ghost. This is your chance. You run down the hall, push open the front door, and dash for the gate. In a few seconds you’re over the top and safe on the other side, racing for home. Your pockets are still bulging with diamonds! Turn to page 102.