'Why not? I don't know. You'll probably like it.' I glanced towards the house.

'Perhaps we'd better go in soon. Father might need a hand with the supper.'

 

But my sister was once more peering down into the well. 'I can't see any

ghosts,' she said. Her voice echoed a little.

 

'Is Father very upset about his firm collapsing?'

 

'Don't know. You can never tell with Father.' Then suddenly she straightened up

and turned to me. 'Did he tell you about old Watanabe? What he did?'

 

'I heard he committed suicide.'

 

'Well, that wasn't all. He took his whole family with him. His wife and his two

little girls.'

 

'Oh yes?'

 

'Those two beautiful little girls. He turned on the gas while they were all

asleep. Then he cut his stomach with a meat knife.'

 

'Yes, Father was just telling me how Watanabe was a man of principle.'

 

'Sick.' My sister turned back to the well.