Midge said afterwards that that was one of the worst moments in her life. What with the ghost in the garden and Susan hanging on to her so that she was nearly strangled and Charlotte leaning on her from behind and breathing down her neck, she nearly collapsed. But Charlotte was really peering out at the garden, watching the figure dart from bush to bush, now in deepest shadow, now clearly to be seen in the light of the moon: and suddenly she exclaimed, "It's Willy!"
"Well, thank heaven!" said Midge, giggling a little hysterically. "At least Willy isn't a ghost!"
From SUSAN'S KIND HEART, Chapter 4, Enter First Suspect.
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