Back at the hotel, Ichabod returned to the bedroom to change. As he buttoned his shirt his eyes fell on Katrina's sketch of the hotel and he smiled.
"Quite lovely," he said to himself. "But there is a mistake… or is there?"
His eyes continued to stare, as the wheel of his mind turned faster and faster.
Downstairs in the study Ichabod found Masbeth, his trusted apprentice; speaking to a man he had not met before.
"Hello," Ichabod said. "I'm Ichabod Crane."
"Marshall Green," the man replied.
"You're out of bed," Ichabod smiled.
"Yes, I'm much better thank-you. My wife and I are going home this evening."
"Well I wish you a pleasant journey," Ichabod said. "Masbeth, can I please speak with you?"
Masbeth nodded, pushed back his chair and followed Ichabod out into the hallway.
"Masbeth, I need you to be my look out," Ichabod whispered.
"Your look out?"
"Shhh! Yes, I need to go in somewhere, and look around someplace, and find something. And I need you to keep a watch for anyone coming."
"You're not going to get us throw out like you did in Texas, are you?"
"This is nothing like Texas," Ichabod snapped back in a hush. He began climbing the staircase, and said; "Now no more questions, I have a theory to check out and not much time to spare."
Twenty minutes later, Ichabod and Masbeth where back in the hallway.
"Gather everyone together," Ichabod told Masbeth. "I think I've solve the case of the ghostly footsteps!"
Another twenty minutes later, Ichabod, Masbeth, Katrina, Frank, Eleanor, Rebecca, Marshall and Mr White were all gathered in the hallway.
"What's this all about," Mr White demanded. "Your son says you know where my silver is."
Ichabod rolled his eyes.
"And you know about the ghost!" Eleanor wailed. "Did you see it?"
"No," Ichabod replied. "And we aren't going up there on a ghost hunt. We're going outside, come along."