Sell the house for what
you can get. I'll give it away rather than keep it."
Then he added a few strong words as to his opinion of parties who
sold him such an establishment. But the agent pleaded innocent for
the most part.
"I'll own I suspected something wrong when the owner, who pledged
me to secrecy as to his name, told me to sell that place for what I
could get, and did not limit me. I had never heard anything, but I
began to suspect something was wrong. Then I made a few inquiries
and found out that there was a rumour in the neighbourhood that
there was something out of the usual about that vacant lot. I had
wondered myself why it wasn't built upon. There was a story about
it's being undertaken once, and the contract made, and the
contractor dying; then another man took it and one of the workmen
was killed on his way to dig the cellar, and the others struck. I
didn't pay much attention to it. I never believed much in that
sort of thing anyhow, and then, too, I couldn't find out that there
had ever been anything wrong about the house itself, except as the
people who had lived there were said to have seen and heard queer
things in the vacant lot, so I thought you might be able to get
along, especially as you didn't look like a man who was timid, and
the house was such a bargain as I never handled before.
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