believe we're in the—the haunted house at all."
"Why not?" demanded Grace.
"Because this isn't at all like the kind of a house a millionaire would build. It's—common. You can see for yourselves."
It did indeed seem so.
"But we were close to the end of Shadow Valley, where Kenyon's Folly was built," insisted Grace, "and we turned in nearer to it when we took that cross-road. I'm sure it's the place."
"Well, it's a queer thing to be insisting that you are in a haunted house," remarked Betty, "but I am beginning to believe now that we are not. At least I agree with Mollie that this doesn't look at all like the place called Kenyon's Folly."
As the storm thundered and roared about them, the girls looked around the hall and room. Truly it was but a poor structure, much fallen into decay now, yet at heart it was sound. Paint and decoration would do much to restore it.
"I think I can explain it," said Amy.
"Do then," begged Grace.
"Don't you remember, Mr. Lagg told us that there was a housekeeper's residence built to connect with the main structures?" she said. "There is a sort of covered passage, I believe, that goes to the main castle, as it were."
"Then the real haunted house must be—back
