“Cherubs. Don’t you know what cherubs are? They are just heads with wings. You can find them on old tomb-stones and in the pictures of some of the old books. I have always thought that a cherub must be almost as happy as the people said he used to be. He didn’t have to bother about any clothes except neckties and a hat. It doesn’t take him very long to get from one place to another. In fact I think if Fred here was a cherub he would have had less trouble getting out of that house to-night than he did.” 

 “You seem to be greatly troubled about my leaving that house,” spoke up Fred testily. “I noticed that I wasn’t alone.” 

 “Except when you started,” suggested Grant. “We thought you were in trouble and came out to see if we could help.” 

 “You did?” laughed Fred derisively. “I’ll tell you what I’ll do, Grant, if you’ll go back into that house with me right now I’ll go too.” 

 “I’m going back there,” said Grant slowly, “but as has been said I am going back when I can see something.” 

 “That’s what I thought,” retorted Fred tauntingly. 

 “It’s all right, fellows,” spoke up George. “I guess we have had enough for one night. I don’t suppose there really is anything in the things we have heard to-night, and we’ll find out pretty soon just what it is, but until we do I think it’s great fun to go into the old house and stir up the spooks.” 

 “Do you know, I have an idea what those flying creatures were?” suggested John. 

 “What were they?” inquired George. 

 “Bats probably.” 

 “Bats?” exclaimed Fred scornfully. “Bats? Why those things had wings at least two feet long. You could hear them flapping over your head.” 

 “That’s about on the scale that you heard and saw everything to-night, Fred. That is, everything except the length of the steps you took when you were leaving. I would like to understand how a fellow who is only five feet four can take steps that are ten feet long.” 

 “There’s only one answer to that,” said George, “and that is, he didn’t.” 

 “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” retorted Grant. “You didn’t see him. I did.” 

 “See me?” exclaimed Fred. “See me! Why his hands were right on my shoulder all the while. I couldn’t shake him off. He 

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