that, with a little shriek, stopped just beside it. 
I fired the flash-light, put the cap over the lens, 
and then—I am sorry to tell you—I fainted. 
‘Dawn was breaking and a robin was singing 
outside when finally I got to my feet again. 
‘This, my friends, is all there is to my story. 
There is nothing more to tell, except that I was 
quite ready to go home when Walter came for 
me about sunrise.”’ 
Then Willard unwrapped a photograph and 
said simply: “Here is a picture of the two 
ghosts I found.”’ 
The boys crowded around to look at it. All 
could see that it was a very good photograph 
to have been made with a flash-light. They 
could also see that it was a picture of two of the 
queerest looking birds that any one ever beheld. 
“T have learned that they are called ‘Monkey- 
faced Owls,’” explained Willard, “‘and that they 
often inhabit old buildings, barns, and church 
steeples. They had a nest in the box in the loft, 
or I suppose they would not have returned after 
I frightened them away.” 
Willard Young is a young lawyer now and 
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