Ruth Rose asked. Mr. Jeffers nodded. “That was me last night,” he said. “Cindy here was the ghost the first two nights.” He looked at the kids. “Weren’t you asleep in your rooms when I came by?” “We hid in a smelly closet and saw you!” Josh said. Mr. Jeffers smiled. “Do I make a good ghost?” “You sure scared me!” Josh said. “But why did you do it?” Ruth Rose asked. “We’re both actors, and we’re broke,” Mrs. Jeffers said. “A few weeks ago, three men came up to us after a rehearsal and asked if we wanted a job.” “So we told them sure!” her husband said. “The men told us to check into the Shangri-la and scare the guests away. We came up with the ghost costume ourselves.” “How do you make it glow?” Josh asked. “I glued a string of tiny lights inside the gown,” Mrs. Jeffers said. “The battery was under the wig.” Her husband smiled. “And I thought of hiding the tape recorder in the basement dumbwaiter. The noise went all through the hotel walls!”
