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"I see," said Mrs. Greenly in a disappointed tone. "Well, then, Miss Raven Dark, are you prepared to begin your investigation?" Raven glanced at the spirit of Edgar Greenly. "I think I'd like to give Dr. Ratford the opportunity to try next." Ratford eyed Raven suspiciously. "You know something, don't you? If you're a student of old Pedimont, no doubt he's taught you how to pick up on things that others miss. I never could get the knack he had." Ratford carefully stood up from his seat. "Well, I'll tell you this, I've done a lot of my own studies, and I'm pretty certain I can locate this so-called ghost before you even have a chance." He turned to his companion. "Come, Dawson. Let's get started." He turned toward Mrs. Greenly and bowed before leaving the table with Dawson in tow. Rose Whitham yawned once more. "Well, it was a long tedious night for me. I think I shall rest a bit more in my room, if that's alright with you, Mrs.Greenly." Mrs. Greenly