I opened the door for her.

"Why--Elaine--I'm awfully glad to see you," he greeted, "but I
thought you were rusticating."

"I was, but, Craig, it seems to me that wherever I go, something
happens," she returned. "You know, Aunt Tabby said there were
haunts. I thought it was an old woman's fear--but last night I
heard the strangest noises out there, and I thought I saw a face
at the window--a face in a helmet. And when Joshua went out, this
is what he found on the ground under my window."

She handed Kennedy a box, a peculiar affair which she touched
gingerly and only with signs of the greatest aversion.

Kennedy opened it. There, in the bottom of the box, was a little
ivory devil-god. He looked at it curiously a moment.

"Let me see," he ruminated, still regarding the sign. "The house
you bought for Aunt Tabby, once belonged to Bennett, didn't it?"

Elaine nodded her head. "Yes, but I don't see what that can have
to do with it," she agreed, adding with a shudder, "Bennett is
dead."

Kennedy had taken a piece of paper from the desk where he had put
it away carefully. "Have you ever seen anything that looks like
this?" he asked, handing her the paper.