Chapter ONE - Weebly

head slowly, his expression grim.
“This conjurer hid his handiwork well, didn’t he?”
Ethan whispered to the ghost.
Reg nodded.
“Is there another spell I should try?”
A woman eyed him as if he was mad and hurried
off.
The old ghost shook his head again, even as he
faded from view.
Discouraged, Ethan walked back to the main
thoroughfare and made his way to the Hutchinson house
on Garden Court Street, off North Square.
As he drew close to the square, Ethan slowed. The
damage that had been done to the Story and Hallowell
homes paled next to what had been done to Thomas
Hutchinson’s house. Ethan had little regard for the
rioters, but he had never imagined that they could be
capable of such wanton destruction.
Until the night before, this had been one of the more
stately homes in the North End. It was similar in many
respects to the Berson house; three stories high and
perhaps fifty feet across, with a simple, classical design: