His expression softened and guilt and confusion crept into his features. "I- there are letters spread out on my desk. I do not remember doing this. It must- maybe someone broke into the house," he said. It would not be the first time. But what were they doing with his letters? The last one had spoken of ghosts. Was it possible that there were ghosts here? Strange occurrences had haunted him over the last month. Maybe a ghost had alerted the outside world. Or worse they were trying to alert Edith. His face went pale at the thought.