"I'm glad to notice," said Billy, just then, "that we can fasten both
doors to this lower room, if we feel like it. You see, they've got
bolts that can be shot into the sockets."

"Shucks!" mocked Alec, disdainfully. "What good are locks and bars
and bolts when they say a ghost can ooze itself in through a keyhole
even? But then don't get an idea in your head, Billy, we're going
to be bothered by anything except rats. That's the only kind of spooks
you'll find in such a place as this. And after we've had our supper
I hope you'll all accompany me while I take some views of the interior,
because several of the rooms are going to make dandy pictures."

So supper was cooked after their customary camp style, only in this
instance, while the scouts had a roof overhead, and stout stone walls
surrounding them, they missed the whispering of the treetops, as well
as the star-studded sky.

Afterwards they gladly helped the aspiring photographer while he made
good use of his flashlight apparatus. Alec chose certain apartments
in which he fancied his wealthy and eccentric aunt would be most
interested. He also declared himself satisfied in the end that he had
succeeded in getting some views that ought to turn out "gilt-edged."

The mansion was unfurnished, so that they had no chance of finding
sleeping quarters or beds of any kind above. Whoever now owned the
place had removed all such articles long since, possibly to prevent
tramps from finding an inducement to lodge in the deserted and lonely,
castle.