PENNY NICHOLS
MYSTERY STORIES

Penny Nichols Finds a Clue (1936)
Penny Nichols and the Mystery of the Lost Key (1936)
Penny Nichols and the Black Imp (1936)
Penny Nichols and the Knob Hill Mystery (1939)

by
“Joan Clark”
(Mildred A. Wirt, 1905-2002)

Penny Nichols
and the
Mystery of the
Lost Key

By
Joan Clark

★

The
Goldsmith Publishing Company

CHICAGO

COPYRIGHT 1936, BY
THE GOLDSMITH PUBLISHING COMPANY

MANUFACTURED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

CONTENTS

CHAPTER PAGE [I. A Valuable Letter] 11 [II. A Mysterious Key] 25 [III. An Arrogant Guest] 38 [IV. A Face at the Window] 51 [V. The Lost Key] 67 [VI. Midnight Visitors] 76 [VII. “Ghost” Music] 93 [VIII. The Ivory Collection] 102 [IX. A Scrap of Paper] 115 [X. The Wall Safe] 131 [XI. A Night Adventure] 140 [XII. A Suspicious Act] 150 [XIII. The Secret Stairs] 164 [XIV. A Diamond Ring] 175 [XV. Penny’s Evidence] 186 [XVI. Mrs. Leeds’ Strategy] 199 [XVII. The Man in the Boat] 209 [XVIII. A Daring Theft] 220 [XIX. The Tables Turn] 225 [XX. A Break for Freedom] 239

CHAPTER I
A Valuable Letter

“Hurry, Susan! We have only ten minutes before the store closes!”

Penelope Nichols, the slender girl in blue, urged her companion into the revolving doors at the entrance of the Bresham Department Store. A vigorous push sent the barriers spinning at such a rate that other shoppers turned to stare at the two girls.

“You nearly took off my heels that time, Penny,” Susan Altman protested with a laugh as they emerged into the crowded store.

“Sorry, but we’ve no time to waste if I get that pair of white earrings. The clerks are starting to put things away already.”

Threading their way through the outgoing stream of shoppers, the girls went directly to the jewelry counter. Penny peered anxiously into one of the glass cases to see if the coveted ivory ornaments were still on display. They had not been sold.

“Do you think they’ll look all right with my red party frock?” she asked her chum as they stood impatiently waiting for a clerk. In matters of dress she valued Susan’s opinion more highly than her own.

“Stunning. With your coloring you can wear anything. Now if you had a skin like mine and a snub nose—”

Penny did not hear the remainder of her chum’s oft-repeated complaint for she was trying vainly to attract the attention of a clerk. The only available girl at the counter was occupied in showing a tray of fine rings to a tall man in gray tweeds.

“We’ll never be waited on,” Penny murmured in annoyance. “You can tell it’s going to take until closing time before he makes up his mind which ring he wants.”

Susan turned to survey the customer. He was expensively dressed and upon a casual inspection appeared to be a gentleman of considerable means. Although the clerk offered several diamond rings for his approval none of them satisfied him.

“Haven’t you anything better than this?” he questioned. “Show me that large diamond, please.” He tapped the glass case lightly with his cane.

The clerk obligingly placed the ring before him. The man examined the diamond closely, comparing it with another ring previously shown him. For the first time he appeared aware of Penny and Susan.

“Wait on these young ladies while I make up my mind which ring I prefer,” he urged the clerk. “I am in no hurry and I can see that they are.”

The clerk hesitated. The rings in which the customer was interested were valuable ones. It was a rule of the store to keep them always in the locked case. Yet it would take her only a minute to wait upon the girls, and obviously the man was a gentleman. She turned to serve Penny.

“I’ll take that pair of earrings,” Penny announced, indicating the ivory pieces. “They’re three dollars, aren’t they?”

“Yes, that is correct. I’ll have them wrapped for you.”

Penny offered the girl a five dollar bill in payment. She could not restrain a little sigh as she saw it deposited in the store’s cash drawer. Perhaps she had been foolish to buy the earrings. It meant that she must do without a great many little things in order to keep within her allowance. Penny sighed again. At times it was trying to have a father who believed in maintaining his daughter strictly upon a budget plan.

Her eyes roved aimlessly toward the man at the ring counter. She saw him cast a quick glance about. Then he walked rapidly away, making for the nearest exit.

Penny’s keen blue eyes riveted upon the ring tray. The large diamond was missing.

She had not seen the customer actually take it—his movements had been too deft for that—yet she knew for a certainty that while the clerk’s back had been turned he had secreted it somewhere upon his person.

Penny did not hesitate. She darted after him.

“Stop!” she cried. And then to the surprised shoppers who turned at the sound of her voice: “Don’t let that thief get away!”

The man wheeled sharply, his face convulsed in anger. With his cane he struck viciously at a stout woman who clutched him by the coat.

A store detective blocked the main exit.

Recognizing that he could not hope to escape that way, the thief turned and bolted up a moving escalator which was carrying a capacity load of passengers to the second floor.

Penny, the detective, and a few of the more energetic customers took up the pursuit.

In a desperate attempt to escape, the thief elbowed women roughly aside as he darted up the stairway. Upon the uncertain footing of the moving treads, several stumbled and fell. In an instant hysterical women were screaming and clutching at one another for support.

A slender girl in a shabby business suit was rudely jostled. Penny, half way up the moving stairway, tried to save her from a hard fall. She was not quick enough. Down the girl went, and as she fell, the contents of her pocketbook spilled out upon the moving stairway. The thief took advantage of the resulting confusion to melt into the throng of shoppers at the top of the escalator. While store detectives carried on the pursuit, Penny tried to help the terrified women to alight from the stairway.

“Are you hurt?” she asked the girl who had fallen, trying to assist her to her feet.

“Never mind me! Save my pocketbook!” the other cried, frantically beginning to gather up the scattered objects.

The other passengers upon the stairway were more of a hindrance than a help. Yet by working fast Penny managed to accumulate nearly all of the lost articles before the brief ride approached its end.

“My letter!”

At the other girl’s shrill cry, Penny saw a white envelope riding serenely on the uppermost step. With a bound she covered the distance which separated her from it, pouncing upon the letter an instant before the moving belt disappeared into the flooring.

Clutching it triumphantly in her hand, she turned to assist the girl who had lost it.

“Why, you’re limping,” she observed. “Here, lean on me.”

“It’s nothing,” the girl maintained staunchly. “I twisted my ankle when I fell.”

Penny helped her to a nearby chair. Despite the girl’s brave words, her lips quivered when she spoke and her attractive face had taken on an ashen hue. Yet, strangely, her interest centered not in her injury but in the letter which she had nearly lost.

“Thank you for saving it,” she told Penny gratefully. “I don’t know what I should have done if I’d lost that letter. It means everything to me.”

Penny stared at the envelope a trifle curiously but she was too well bred to ask personal questions. Before she could make any response store officials hurried up to take charge of the situation. The girl’s name was Rosanna Winters, Penny learned, by listening. She lived at a rooming house on Sixty-fifth Street, not a great distance from Penny’s own home.

Rosanna firmly turned down the suggestion of store officials that she be sent to a nearby hospital for first-aid treatment.

“It isn’t necessary. I merely twisted my ankle. I’ll soon be able to walk on it.”

“Let me take you home,” Penny offered. “My roadster is parked just outside the store. We live close to each other.”

The girl hesitated, then smiled as she said: “That’s very kind of you, I’m sure. You don’t really mind?”

“Of course not. Here, let me help you downstairs.”

“Not by way of the escalator,” Rosanna said hastily. “Hereafter I’ll ride on the elevator. It’s safer.”

Although the store’s gong had announced the closing hour some minutes previously, shoppers were slow to leave the building. As the girls returned to the street floor they were embarrassed to find themselves the target for many curious stares. Penny readily was recognized as the girl who had observed the theft of the ring.

“What became of that man who knocked me down?” Rosanna questioned. “I suppose he escaped.”

“I’m afraid so,” Penny admitted, looking about for Susan. “The last I saw of him he was running toward the kitchenware department with the store detective after him.”

Sighting Susan near the outside door, Penny steered her new friend in that direction. Quickly she introduced the girls, mentioning Rosanna’s unfortunate accident.

“I saw it all,” Susan declared. “Penny, you certainly did stir up things when you set the store detective on that thief.”

“And the worst of it was that he escaped,” Penny acknowledged. “Of course, he may be caught here in the building but I doubt it.”

In the excitement, she had completely forgotten her package at the jewelry counter. The girls would have left the store without it had not the clerk come running after them with the purchase.

“Thank you so much for calling out the alarm,” she told Penny gratefully. “If the thief isn’t caught I may lose my job.”

“Oh, I hope not.”

“So do I, but I shouldn’t have broken a store rule. I was completely taken in by the man’s appearance.”

“I don’t wonder at that,” Penny said. “He certainly looked anything but a crook. Was the ring a valuable one?”

“It was priced to sell at eight hundred dollars. I don’t see how I could have been so stupid.”

Penny felt sorry for the salesgirl, particularly so when the floorwalker came up and began to question her sharply.

“It really wasn’t the clerk’s fault,” Penny insisted. “I feel certain that man was a professional jewel thief.”

“Did you notice his appearance?” the floorwalker asked.

“Yes, he was dressed in a gray tweed suit. I’d say he was approximately six feet in height, dark hair and eyes. His face was long and angular.”

The store official noted down the description and took Penny’s address in case she might be needed later on to identify the crook if he were captured.

“We’re watching all the lower floor exits,” the floorwalker informed, “but the chances are the man got away by means of one of the fire escapes.”

The store rapidly was clearing of shoppers. Penny and her companions lingered a few minutes longer and then they too were politely requested to leave.

“I’d like to know if the store detective caught that man,” Penny declared as they paused for an instant on the street. “I suppose now we’ll have to find out by reading our newspapers.”

Rosanna Winters turned as if to leave the girls.

“Thank you again for saving my pocketbook,” she said to Penny. “My ankle is much better now so I’ll just take a streetcar home.”

Penny caught her by the elbow.

“You’ll do no such thing. Why, I can see that it hurts you every step you take. It isn’t more than a block or two out of my way to drive you home.”

Despite Rosanna’s protests, she urged the girl into the roadster which was parked at the curbing. Penny was very proud of her car. Although it was not a new model it ran very well and she spent most of her spare time keeping it washed and polished.

Since the Altman residence was close by, Penny dropped her chum off before taking Rosanna home. During the ride to Sixty-fifth Street, the Winters girl spoke scarcely a word. Several times Penny cast a curious glance in her direction.

Rosanna was the quiet type, she decided. A striking brunette with a thoughtful, almost sad face.

“I live at the next house,” the girl said as they turned a corner. “The one on the right.”

It was a modest but not unattractive boarding house. The porch was clean and the yard more orderly than the majority in the neighborhood.

“I’m only staying here a few days until I can find another place,” Rosanna mentioned, feeling that some explanation was due her companion.

“You are a stranger in Belton City?” Penny guessed.

“Yes, I came here looking for work. But now that won’t be necessary.” Rosanna hesitated, and then, because Penny had seemed so very friendly, decided to offer additional information. “I am an orphan, Miss Nichols. Until this week I had begun to think that fortune had turned against me.”

“And now you’ve had a piece of good luck?”

“Yes,” Rosanna’s face glowed as she opened her purse and took out the letter which Penny had picked up from the escalator. “If you hadn’t saved this for me, I should have lost everything.”

“Then I’m glad I snatched it up in time,” Penny smiled.

She could not imagine the contents of the mysterious letter. It was all she could do to keep from asking questions.

“I’d like to have you read it if you care to,” Rosanna said a trifle timidly. “I’m anxious to learn the opinion of another person.”

“Why, I’ll be glad to look at it if you wish,” Penny returned, a little surprised at the request. “And as far as advice is concerned, I love to offer it.”

She accepted the envelope which Rosanna proffered. As she took out the folded letter a key dropped out into her lap.

“What’s this?” Penny demanded.

Rosanna laughed nervously. “If what the letter says is true, it seems to be the key to my inheritance! But read the letter for yourself.”

CHAPTER II
A Mysterious Key

Unfolding the paper, Penny noticed that the message had been written under the letterhead: “J.C. Elfhedge, attorney, Brookport.” The communication stated briefly that Rosanna Winters was the sole heiress of the late Jacob Winters, her uncle, and that she had inherited his mountainside estate at Raven Ridge. A key to the property was enclosed. She was urged to inspect the estate at her earliest convenience.

“Well, what do you think of it?” Rosanna questioned as Penny studied the letter in silence.

“Why, it’s fine,” Penny returned after a slight hesitation. “Did you know Jacob Winters well?”

“I didn’t know him at all. In fact I never even met him.”

“Oh! Then the inheritance must have come as a surprise.”

“It did. Even now I can’t help thinking there must be some mistake. Did you ever hear of Raven Ridge?”

“Yes, indeed,” Penny told her. “It is a lovely spot near Snow Mountain.”

“I must go there as soon as I can,” Rosanna said. “Will the car fare be very much do you think?”

“Probably not more than ten dollars.”

“That’s a large sum for me,” Rosanna smiled ruefully. “Of course, now that I’ve actually inherited Uncle Jacob’s estate, I suppose I shouldn’t worry about money.”

“Well, I shouldn’t spend lavishly until I was certain there would be no slip-up about getting the property,” Penny advised bluntly. “Perhaps I shouldn’t say it, but there’s a certain tone to this letter that I don’t like.”

“What do you mean?” Rosanna questioned.

Penny found it difficult to explain.

“Brookport is only a few miles from here and yet I’ve never heard of a lawyer by the name of Elfhedge. It seems a trifle strange too that he should enclose a key to the property.”

“It struck me that way too at first,” Rosanna admitted unwillingly. “Of course, I do have an uncle named Jacob Winters—my mother often spoke of him. He was always considered queer.”

“It may be all right. No doubt you have inherited a fortune. Only I think I’d be a trifle cautious until I was certain it wasn’t a hoax.”

“But what can I do except to obey the letter and visit the property?”

Penny glanced again at the letterhead. “Why not visit this lawyer and have a talk with him? Brookport isn’t far from here and it might save you a trip to Raven Ridge.”

“Can I reach Brookport by train or bus?”

“I’m afraid not,” Penny said. “It’s off the main line of travel. You haven’t a car of your own or one you could borrow?”

“No.”

“I’ll take you to Brookport if you like,” Penny offered generously. “We might go tomorrow.”

“Oh, I shouldn’t like to trouble you, Miss Nichols. I can probably rent a car.”

“There’s no need of it for I would enjoy the ride. Besides, I am curious to learn if there is an attorney by the name of Elfhedge living in Brookport. Suppose I call here for you around ten o’clock tomorrow morning.”

“All right,” Rosanna smiled. “It’s good of you to offer. Perhaps I can repay you someday.”

The girls parted, Penny driving directly to her own home. Entering the house by the back door she found Mrs. Gallup, the housekeeper, cooking dinner. The kitchen was permeated with the delightful aroma of frying chicken.

“Is Dad home yet?” Penny inquired, pausing to sniff the air.

“He’s in the study,” the housekeeper informed.

Penny found Christopher Nichols occupied at his desk. Sometimes it was difficult for her to realize that she was the daughter of a detective who had gained state-wide recognition for his ability in solving baffling cases. Mr. Nichols had served an apprenticeship on the police force, had risen from the ranks, and later had started his own private detective agency. Yet, despite his success, he was quiet and unaffected.

Mr. Nichols had no real hobbies and only two absorbing interests in life—his work and his daughter. Penny had been left motherless at an early age. Because there had been only a slight feminine influence in her life her outlook upon the world was somewhat different from that of the average high school girl. She thought clearly and frankly spoke her mind. Yet if she enjoyed an unusual amount of freedom for one so young, she never abused the trust which her father placed in her.

Penny loved adventure. Recently, somewhat to her father’s chagrin, she had involved herself with a daring gang of automobile thieves. The story of her exciting encounter with underworld characters has been recounted in the first volume of the series, entitled, “Penny Nichols Finds A Clue.”

“Now what?” Mr. Nichols demanded gruffly as his daughter perched herself on the corner of his desk. “Has that car of yours broken down again?”

Penny laughed as she shook her head.

“No, believe it or not, I still have a few dollars of my allowance left. I’m after information this time.”

“What sort of information?”

“Preferably accurate,” Penny smiled. “Tell me, did you ever hear of a lawyer by the name of Elfhedge with an office at Brookport?”

“No, I never did,” Mr. Nichols returned instantly. “There is an attorney in the Stover building by the name of Hedgel. Perhaps you’re mixed up.”

“I have the name right,” Penny insisted. She then related the contents of Rosanna Winters’ letter.

“It sounds like someone’s idea of a practical joke,” Mr. Nichols declared. “I’d advise the girl not to spend any money until she’s done a little investigating.”

“That’s what I did tell her.”

“I’ll look this man Elfhedge up in a day or two if you like,” Mr. Nichols promised. “It sounds like a fictitious name to me but of course the letter may be bona fide.”

Mrs. Gallup interrupted the discussion to announce that dinner was ready. Immediately after the meal had been served, Mr. Nichols left for his office and Penny saw him no more that evening. He left the house before she was up the next morning so she had no opportunity to explain that she was driving Rosanna Winters to Brookport that day.

At ten o’clock she rang the doorbell of the rooming house on Sixty-fifth Street. Rosanna already was waiting.

“I thought you might have changed your mind about wishing to make the trip,” she declared, following Penny to the car.

“No, I’m more curious than ever to talk with your lawyer. It will be wonderful, Rosanna, if the estate turns out to be a valuable one.”

Rosanna smiled a trifle ruefully. “Yes, I will have plenty of use for the money. I can’t believe yet that Uncle Jacob left everything to me.”

Penny refrained from saying anything which might disturb Rosanna. Actually, she had not the slightest reason for doubting that the girl had come into an inheritance, save that the letter from Mr. Elfhedge did not have a genuine tone. It occurred to her that a scheme might be under way to induce the orphan to part with her own savings.

During the ride to Brookport, Rosanna mentioned a few of the hard experiences she had undergone in the past year. First her mother had died, then an aunt with whom she made her home, likewise had been taken from her. She found work of a sort in a grocery store, but long hours and trying conditions had worn her down. She had taken sick. Hospital bills claimed the greater part of the money which her mother had left her. She could not secure her old job back, nor could she find a new one. In desperation she had decided to come to Belton City, hoping that she might secure a position there.

“You can imagine that I was pretty well discouraged when the letter arrived from Mr. Elfhedge,” Rosanna ended. “You don’t know what a fright you gave me by suggesting that it might be a hoax.”

“I’m sorry if I caused you worry. I had no reason for thinking that someone wrote the letter for a joke.”

“Uncle Jacob was noted for doing queer things,” Rosanna informed. “I never met him but Mother often mentioned his name. He was quite a traveler, I believe, and collecting was his hobby.”

“What did he collect?”

“Oh, things from the Orient and antiques from all over the world.”

“Then if you’ve come into his property, you may have inherited some real treasures,” Penny commented. “It would be fun to visit that house at Raven Ridge.”

“Yes, but I dread going there alone. Penny, I wish you could go with me.”

“I wish I could too, but I guess I’ll have to stay at Belton City this summer.”

It was only a little after eleven o’clock when the girls reached Brookport. The town was less than a hundred thousand population and Penny had no trouble in finding the main business section. After cruising about for some minutes, they located the street where Mr. Elfhedge had his office. The number which they sought brought them to an imposing seven-story brick building.

Penny parked the roadster and they went inside, searching the directory for Mr. Elfhedge’s name. It was not listed.

“That’s odd,” Rosanna remarked with a troubled frown. “His office must be here somewhere in the building.”

Penny went over to make inquiry of the elevator boy.

“There’s no one in this building by that name,” he insisted.

Thinking that the boy might be misinformed, Penny and Rosanna sought the building superintendent. To satisfy them, the man looked carefully through his list of tenants. No one by the name of Elfhedge occupied an office in the building.

“There is an attorney in Room 309 but his name is Rogers,” the superintendent told the girls. “You might talk with him. He may know this man Elfhedge.”

They went up to Room 309 and after a brief wait were ushered into the lawyer’s private office. Rosanna was too shy to state the purpose of her visit, so Penny explained why they had come. The lawyer had never heard of a colleague by the name of Elfhedge.

“He’s never been in this building and I doubt that he’s even located in the city,” they were told. “You must have made a mistake in the address.”

The girls had made no mistake, that they knew. The address was plainly written on the outside of the envelope which Rosanna had in her purse. She showed it to the lawyer.

“Yes, that seems to be this building,” he admitted. “It looks as if someone used a fake address.”

They left the office completely discouraged. Penny felt sorry for her companion. Rosanna had counted so heavily upon the inheritance. Now it appeared that someone had played a cruel joke upon her.

“You were right,” Rosanna acknowledged as they walked slowly back to the car. “You were suspicious of that letter from the first.”

“It struck me as peculiar that it was written in longhand instead of on a typewriter,” Penny explained.

“I suppose it is nothing but a joke,” Rosanna acknowledged, “and yet why should a key be enclosed in the letter?”

“It’s beyond me, Rosanna. Even if the trip is wasted, you might feel better about it if you went to Raven Ridge and investigated.”

“I’d go in an instant if I had the money to spare.”

“I’ll loan it to you.”

Rosanna shook her head.

“No, I can’t take it although it’s kind of you to offer.”

“I wish I could help you, Rosanna.”

“You’ve helped me a great deal already. Perhaps a little later on I’ll find some way of getting to Raven Ridge.”

Penny tried to urge the loan, but Rosanna, who was unusually proud, would not hear of it. The girls parted at the latter’s boarding house on Sixty-fifth Street.

“I’ll see you within a day or two,” Penny promised as she drove away. “Perhaps by that time Father will learn something about Mr. Elfhedge.”

She did not really believe that Mr. Nichols could find anything to report. Doubtless, the name had been a fictitious one. Yet who had played the joke upon Rosanna and for what purpose?

“There’s more to the affair than what appears on the surface,” she reflected. “If only I had the chance, I’d do a little investigating.”

Penny smiled at the thought, little dreaming that such an opportunity was to present itself very shortly.

CHAPTER III
An Arrogant Guest

That evening at the dinner table Penny told her father about the unsuccessful trip to Brookport.

“It looks like someone played a practical joke on your friend,” he commented.

“But who could be so mean, Dad? Rosanna has had such a desperately hard time to get along. Now if she wastes money going to Raven Ridge on a fruitless visit, it won’t seem fair.”

“Well, it’s likely to amount to just that,” Mr. Nichols returned. “I tried to locate that attorney, Elfhedge today.”

“Any luck?”

“No, I doubt if such a person exists.”

“So do I,” Penny agreed. “By the way, what became of the newspaper today? I wanted to read up about the department store theft.”

“To see if your name was mentioned?” her father teased.

“No, I was just curious to learn if the thief was captured.”

“I can set your mind at rest on that point,” Mr. Nichols informed. “He wasn’t. If you’re interested in the details, you’ll find the paper on the front porch.”

Penny helped Mrs. Gallup clear the table of dishes, then went outside to get the paper. The story appeared on the front page. It was a slightly distorted version of what had happened and Penny was just as well pleased that her name was not mentioned. According to the account, the thief had escaped by means of a rear fire escape. The ring, valued at approximately nine hundred dollars, was fully covered by insurance.

While Penny was reading the story, Mr. Nichols came out and sat on the porch steps.

“How would you like to take a little trip?” he asked casually.

Penny dropped the newspaper. “With you?” she questioned eagerly.

“Yes, I’ve been working hard lately and I feel like taking a rest over the week end.”

“Where will we go?”

“I thought of Mt. Ashland. It will be cool in the mountains and at this time of year the hotels will not be too crowded.”

“Why, Mt. Ashland isn’t very far from Snow Mountain, is it?” Penny demanded with interest. “I’m going to look it up on the map.”

She ran into the house for the big red atlas. A moment later she returned, her eyes dancing with excitement.

“Mt. Ashland isn’t more than a two hours’ drive from Snow Mountain,” she told her father.

“And just what difference does it make?”

“Why, Raven Ridge is located on Snow Mountain, you know.”

“Oh! So that’s what you have in your mind!”

Penny perched herself on her father’s knee, smiling her most beguiling smile.

“Never mind, you little tease,” he said hastily. “I give in.”

“You don’t even know what I want,” she laughed.

“Yes, I do. You want to take this new friend of yours along with us.”

“I think it would be nice, don’t you?” Penny beamed. “Then while you’re having a good rest at Mt. Ashland we could drive on to Raven Ridge. Rosanna could investigate her property there, if she has any, and it wouldn’t cost her much of anything to make the trip.”

“You seem to have it well planned,” the detective marveled.

“Well, what’s wrong with the idea?”

“Nothing. We’ll take her along if she wants to go. She may help keep you out of mischief.”

“When do we start?” Penny demanded gaily.

“Tomorrow afternoon as soon as I can get away from the office.”

“Then I’ll dash over to see Rosanna now and ask if she can go with us,” Penny announced.

Without giving her father an opportunity to change his mind, she hurried to the garage for her roadster. At the rooming house on Sixty-fifth Street, the landlady, a stout woman with a tired, lined face, admitted her.

“Miss Winters has the attic room,” she informed. “Five flights up.”

At the top of the last flight Penny paused to catch her breath before rapping on Rosanna’s door. The orphan was a trifle startled at seeing her.

“Do come in,” she said cordially.

The room was oppressive and warm, although the tiny windows were open wide. A bed, a chest of drawers, two chairs and a cracked mirror composed the entire furniture.

“I don’t expect to stay here long,” Rosanna said apologetically. “I thought it would do until I found work.”

“Why, of course,” Penny agreed instantly. “Did you have any luck today?”

Rosanna shook her head and sank wearily down upon the bed.

“No, everywhere I went it was the same old story. I’m beginning to think I’ll never find employment.”

“Perhaps you’ll not need it if you come into an inheritance,” Penny smiled. “Rosanna, I’ve found a way for you to get to Raven Ridge.”

The orphan’s face brightened but for a full minute after Penny had explained the plan, she sat silent.

“Don’t you want to go?” Penny asked, perplexed.

“Yes, of course I do. It isn’t that. You’ve been so good and kind to me. I’ll never be able to repay you for your trouble and expense.”

“Nonsense! The trip will be more fun if you go along, Rosanna. Besides, I have an overwhelming curiosity to see Raven Ridge and your uncle’s estate. Please say you’ll go.”

“All right, I will,” Rosanna gave in.

“Good. Father and I will stop for you tomorrow. I must get back home now and start packing.”

Penny clattered down the creaking, narrow stairway and disappeared into the night.

Although the trip was only a short one, and at the longest would occupy less than a week’s time, Penny spent many hours planning her wardrobe. She packed an evening gown, several afternoon frocks, and sports clothes. Then, reflecting that Rosanna would not be so well fixed, she hung the garments back in the closet, substituting her plainest dresses.

“There, that will be much better,” she decided. “A wise traveler goes light anyway.”

At three o’clock the following afternoon, Penny and her father stopped at Rosanna’s rooming house to pick up the orphan. She was waiting on the porch, and as Penny had thought, confined her luggage to one overnight bag.

At first the road to Mt. Ashland wound through fertile valleys and low hills. Gradually, they climbed. The curves became more frequent. Tall pines bordered the roadside.

Six o’clock found the party well into the mountains, although still some miles from their destination. Noticing a pleasant little inn at the top of a ridge, they stopped for dinner which was served on the veranda overlooking a beautiful valley.

“I wonder if Raven Ridge will be as pretty as this?” Rosanna mused.

“It’s even more beautiful,” Mr. Nichols told her. “The scenery is very impressive.”

Before they arose from the table it was growing dusk for they had lingered to watch the sunset.

“It’s just as well that I wired ahead for hotel reservations,” Mr. Nichols remarked as they hurried to the parked car. “Getting in after dark it wouldn’t be so pleasant to find all the rooms taken.”

At exactly nine o’clock the twinkling lights of the Mt. Ashland Hotel were sighted, and a few minutes later the automobile drew up in front of the large white rambling building. An attendant took the car and they all went inside.

“I doubt if you’ll get rooms here tonight, sir,” a bellboy told the detective as he carried the luggage to the main desk. “There’s been a big rush of guests this week-end.”

Mr. Nichols was not disturbed. At the desk he merely gave the clerk his name, claiming the two rooms which he had reserved by wire.

“We saved two very fine rooms for you,” the clerk returned politely. “Both overlook the valley.”

While Mr. Nichols signed the register, Penny and Rosanna sat down nearby. Their attention was drawn to the main entrance. A large touring car had pulled up to the door. A pompous looking woman of middle age and a younger woman, evidently her daughter, had alighted. Both were elegantly if somewhat conspicuously dressed. Several suitcases, hat boxes and miscellaneous packages were unloaded. The older woman carried a fat lapdog in her arms.

“They seem to have brought everything but the bird cage,” Penny said in an undertone.

The two women walked up to the desk.

“I am Mrs. Everett Leeds,” the one with the dog announced a trifle too loudly. “I have a reservation.”

“Just a minute please,” the clerk requested.

It seemed to Penny that he looked disturbed as he thumbed through his cards.

“There is no occasion for delay,” Mrs. Leeds declared blandly. “My daughter and I always engage the same room—305.”

“Why, that was the number of one of the rooms assigned to my party,” Mr. Nichols observed.

“There’s been some mix-up,” the clerk said in distress. He turned again to the two women. “Your reservation isn’t on file, Mrs. Leeds. When did you send the wire?”

“I reserved the room by letter,” the woman informed him coldly.

“It was never received here I am sure.”

“No doubt the letter was lost.”

“You are certain it was sent?”

“Of course I am,” Mrs. Leeds declared icily. “My daughter mailed it. Didn’t you, Alicia, my dear?”

A queer expression passed over the girl’s face. It struck Penny that she probably had forgotten to post the letter. However, Alicia staunchly maintained that she had.

“It’s most provoking that you have misplaced the reservation,” Mrs. Leeds said irritably to the clerk. “But of course we can have the room?”

“I am afraid that is impossible, Mrs. Leeds. The room you wanted was reserved for two young ladies.” With a nod of his head the clerk indicated Penny and Rosanna.

Mrs. Leeds and her daughter turned to stare somewhat haughtily.

“What other room can you give us then?” the woman demanded angrily.

The clerk cast Mr. Nichols a despairing glance. He knew he was in for trouble.

“Practically everything is taken, Mrs. Leeds. In fact the only available room is on the top floor.”

“And you expect us to take that?” Mrs. Leeds cried, her voice rising until everyone in the lobby could hear. “I never heard of such outrageous treatment. Call the manager!”

Penny had risen to her feet. She moved quickly forward.

“There’s no need to do that,” she said pleasantly. “If Rosanna doesn’t mind, I am perfectly willing to exchange rooms with Mrs. Leeds.”

“Why, of course,” Rosanna agreed. “It doesn’t matter to me where I sleep.”

Satisfied at having her own way, Mrs. Leeds quieted down. She even thanked the girls graciously for the sacrifice they had made. The clerk gave out the keys.

“Why did you do that?” Mr. Nichols asked gruffly as he and the girls followed a bellboy to the elevator. “Your room up by the roof will be hot as blazes.”

“I know, but I didn’t see any sense in making such a fuss over a room, Dad. Besides, it’s only for one night.”

“I’d insist that you girls take my room if it had a double bed.”

Penny shook her head.

“No, you came here for a rest. Rosanna and I really won’t mind.”

The three entered the elevator and a minute later Mrs. Leeds and her daughter likewise stepped into the lift.

“I hope you girls will not find it uncomfortable on the top floor,” Mrs. Leeds remarked, trying to make pleasant conversation.

“It isn’t very warm tonight,” Penny returned politely. “Besides, it will only be for one night. We’re going on to Raven Ridge in the morning.”

The elevator was whizzing them upward.

“Did you say Raven Ridge?” Mrs. Leeds questioned sharply.

“Yes.”

A queer expression had come into Mrs. Leeds sharp, blue eyes. She seemed on the verge of speaking, then apparently changed her mind.

The elevator stopped at the third floor. Without a word, the woman urged her daughter out the door, following her down the hall.

CHAPTER IV
A Face at the Window

The little room on the top floor of the hotel was as hot and unpleasant as Mr. Nichols had predicted. Even with all the windows open wide the air still seemed close.

“Rosanna, I shouldn’t have forced you into this,” Penny said apologetically.

“I’ve slept in far worse places than this,” Rosanna laughed. “We have a comfortable bed and a private bath. I didn’t fare half so well at Mrs. Bridges.”

“You’re a good sport anyway, Rosanna. That’s more than could be said for Mrs. Leeds or her daughter.”

“I wonder how old the girl is? She looked about our age.”

“I’d guess she was two or three years older,” Penny returned. “She had so much paint on it was hard to tell.”

Both girls were tired from the long day’s drive. Rosanna immediately began to undress. Penny sat on the edge of the bed, thoughtfully staring into space.

“Did it strike you as queer the way Mrs. Leeds acted when I mentioned we were going to Raven Ridge tomorrow?” she questioned her companion.

Rosanna kicked off her slippers before replying.

“Well, come to think of it, she did look a little startled. She put on such a scene downstairs that I didn’t pay much attention.”

“We’ll probably never see her again.” With a shrug of her slim shoulders Penny arose and began to unpack her overnight bag.

According to the plan which they had worked out with Mr. Nichols, the girls expected to leave for Raven Ridge the next morning directly after breakfast. It was their intention to motor to the mountain resort, inspect the Winters’ property and see if they could learn anything concerning Rosanna’s uncle. They intended to return either the next night or the one following.

Few guests were abroad when the detective joined the girls at breakfast. It was only a little after seven o’clock.

“Sleep well?” he inquired, looking over the menu.

“Not very,” Penny admitted truthfully. She might have added more had not Mrs. Leeds and her daughter entered the dining room at that moment. The two bowed slightly and selected a table in the opposite corner of the room.

“Social climbers,” Mr. Nichols said in an undertone. “I can tell their type a mile away.”

Breakfast finished, the girls prepared to leave for Raven Ridge. Their bags were already packed and downstairs.

“Now drive cautiously over the mountain roads,” the detective warned as he accompanied the girls to the waiting car. “If you can’t get back by evening send me a wire.”

As Penny took her place at the steering wheel she observed that Mrs. Leeds’ automobile had been brought to the hotel entrance by an attendant. Apparently, she too was making an early morning departure.

“You’re not listening to a word I am saying!” Mr. Nichols said severely.

“Yes, I am.” Penny’s attention came back to the conversation. “I’ll drive carefully and deliver your precious car back to you without a scratch.”

“I wasn’t exactly worried about the car.”

“Well, there’s no need to be uneasy about Rosanna or me. We’ll have no trouble.”

With a laugh of careless confidence, Penny started the car and drove slowly away. It was not the first time she had driven over mountainous roads. She handled the wheel exceptionally well and used due caution on all of the sharp curves. The brakes were good but she dared not apply them too steadily on the steep inclines.

“We’ll have to rush if we get back to Mt. Ashland this evening,” Penny announced, slowing down to read a signpost. “I declare, a mountain mile seems to be three times the length of an ordinary mile.”

They had gone only a short distance farther when a tire went down. Penny knew it instantly by the feel of the steering wheel. She pulled off at the side of the road.

“Now we are in it,” she said in deep disgust. “At least ten miles from a garage. I can change wheels on my own car, but I doubt if I can on Dad’s automobile.”

The girls waited for a few minutes hoping that someone would come along to help. When no one did, Penny dragged out the tools, and after considerable trouble succeeded in jacking up the rear axle.

“I see a car coming,” Rosanna reported hopefully.

“Let’s flag it,” Penny suggested. “I could do with a little masculine help.”

In response to her signal of distress, the approaching automobile slowed down. The driver was a man and there were no passengers.

“He’s stopping,” Penny said in relief.

There was a screech of brakes as the automobile came almost to a standstill. Then surprisingly, it speeded up again. But not before Penny had caught a fleeting glimpse of the driver’s face.

“Well, of all things!” Rosanna exclaimed indignantly. “I call that a mean trick.”

“I believe he was afraid to stop,” Penny announced excitedly. “I think I recognized him. It was the same man who stole the ring from Bresham’s Department Store!”

“Are you sure?” Rosanna demanded incredulously.

“I couldn’t be absolutely certain, of course. He was traveling too fast for me to catch more than a passing glimpse of his face. But if he didn’t recognize us, why did he slow down and then speed up?”

“He did act suspiciously. But what can we do about it?”

“Nothing, I’m afraid. We may as well devote our energies to this wheel.”

Rosanna was more than eager to help but she had never even seen a tire changed and had no idea how to go about it. After a little annoying experimentation, Penny got the wheel in place and tightened the lugs.

“There, it’s done,” she said in relief, “but my dress is a mess. I’m afraid we’ll have to stop at the first garage and have the old wheel fixed, for I don’t carry another spare.”

A signpost at the next bend in the road advised them that Simpson’s Garage was located only six miles away. They made it in a few minutes. There was no town, only a post office, one general store, and the garage which obviously was a remodeled blacksmith shop.

“I’m glad it’s nothing more than a tire which needs repairing,” Penny commented as the garageman came to learn what they wanted.

He promised that the tire would be ready in half an hour. Glancing at her wrist watch, Penny saw that it was already past lunch time. She inquired if there was a cafe nearby.

“Not in Hamilton, there ain’t,” the garageman told her. “Ma Stevens, across the street in the big white house, serves meals to tourists now and then.”

Rather than spend an unpleasant half hour in the garage, the girls walked over to the rambling white house. They were reassured to see that the yard was well kept and that everything appeared orderly and clean.

“Let’s take a chance on the food,” Penny decided. “I’m hungry enough to eat a fried board!”

Mrs. Stevens, a motherly looking woman in a blue checked gingham dress, opened the door. She looked slightly troubled at their request for food.

“It’s later than I usually serve,” she explained. Then noticing their disappointed faces, she added hastily: “But if you’re not too particular, I can find you something.”

The “something” consisted of a generous platter of mountain trout, fresh from the stream and fried to a golden brown, French fried potatoes, a salad, and cherry pie.

“Dear me, after such a meal, we may not be able to get to Raven Ridge,” Penny remarked, finishing her second piece of pie. “I never ate so much in my life.”

“Did you say you were going to Raven Ridge?” Mrs. Stevens inquired.

“Yes, we’re waiting now to have a tire patched.”

“You’re the second party through here today that’s heading for Raven Ridge,” Mrs. Stevens informed. “A man stopped for lunch about an hour ago. Only he thought it wasn’t cooked well enough for him.”

“He must have been particular,” Penny commented. “What did he look like?”

“He was tall and dark and he had a sharp way of watching one.”

“I wonder if it could have been that man who passed us on the road?” Penny mused. “Was he driving a gray coupé?”

“Yes, I believe he was.”

Penny was convinced that the man Mrs. Stevens described was the same person who had declined to help her on the road. She wondered what business took him to Raven Ridge. Could she have been mistaken in believing him to be the thief who had stolen the diamond ring?

Paying for the luncheon, the girls went back to the garage. The tire was ready for them. Soon they were on their way again.

They had driven for perhaps an hour when Penny observed that the road seemed to be leading them out of the mountains. She began to wonder if they had taken a wrong turn. She stopped at the next filling station to inquire. To her dismay, she was told that she had traveled nearly twenty miles out of her way.

“I thought this didn’t seem like the right road,” Penny declared ruefully to her companion. “Now we’ll be lucky to get to Raven Ridge by dinner time, to say nothing of returning to Mt. Ashland tonight.”

“I’ve put you to a great deal of trouble,” Rosanna said regretfully.

“Not at all. This trip to Raven Ridge is an adventure, and I like it. It will be more fun to stay over night anyway.”

An occasional road marker reassured the girls that at last they were on the right highway. The mountain curves were sharp, and Penny did not make as good time as she had anticipated. She became a little alarmed to see that storm clouds were rapidly gathering.

“It looks as if we may have rain,” Rosanna commented.

“A great deal of it, I’d judge. Those clouds are black as ink.”

In less than half an hour the storm struck them in full force. A great gust of wind dashed huge drops of water against the windshield, there was a vivid flash of lightning, then the rain came down in steady sheets.

Even with the wiper going Penny could see only a few feet ahead of the windshield. She pulled up under a huge oak tree at the side of the road. The girls waited a quarter of an hour and still the rain fell in torrents. At length, however, it slackened slightly, and not wishing to lose any more time, Penny cautiously drove on.

“It can’t last much longer,” Rosanna said optimistically.

Despite her hopeful words, the rain showed no sign of stopping. Penny reconciled herself to a slow pace for the remainder of the journey. She was beginning to grow tired. Her back and arms ached and it was a strain to keep such close watch of the road.

With the sun hidden from view, night came on early. Nervous at the thought of driving over unfamiliar mountain roads after dark, the girls did not stop for dinner. Nine o’clock, in a pouring rain, found them drawn up at a filling station to inquire how much farther it was to Raven Ridge.

“Why, you’re practically there now,” the attendant informed. “What place are you looking for?”

“The Jacob Winters’ estate,” Penny replied.

“Then keep on this road for about two miles more. When you come to the top of the ridge, take the gravel road to the left. It will lead you to the house. There’s no one there though, unless maybe a caretaker.”

“Oh,” Penny murmured, “then perhaps you can direct us to a place where we can spend the night.”

“The nearest is at the town of Andover, five miles beyond the Winters’ place.”

The girls thanked the man for his assistance, and once more followed the winding road up the mountainside.

“Shall we go on to Andover or stop at the Winters’ house?” Penny asked her companion.

“I don’t know what to do,” Rosanna faltered. “We’re both so tired.”

“The place surely must have a caretaker, Rosanna. Let’s take a chance and stop.”

At the top of the ridge they watched for the gravel road and were elated to find it. The entrance was barred by a white gate. Rosanna stepped out in the rain to open it.

“This may have been a foolish thing to do,” Penny admitted as they drove between tall rows of whispering pines. “We could have gone on to Andover only I dreaded driving down the mountainside with slippery roads.”

Rosanna huddled closer to her friend. The road was dark and the rustling of the wind in the pine needles made her uneasy.

Soon they came within view of the house. It was built of native stone, half hidden by the luxuriant growth of shrubbery and trees which surrounded it. No lights gleamed in the windows.

“There’s no one here,” Rosanna declared.

“Let’s knock anyway. The caretaker may be at the rear somewhere.”

They parked the car as close to the front door as possible and made a dash for the porch. Penny knocked several times on the massive door but there was no response.

“We might try your key, Rosanna,” she proposed. “If it fits I’ll begin to think there’s something to that mysterious letter you received.”

Rosanna groped in her pocketbook for the key. Impatient for action, Penny turned the handle of the door. To her astonishment the latch clicked.

“Why, the door is already unlocked, Rosanna!”

“But of course we won’t dare go in.”

“Why not?”

“Well, it doesn’t seem right. The people may not be at home.”

“Someone must be around or the door wouldn’t be unlocked. Besides, you have a key, Rosanna. And according to the letter, this is your inheritance.”

Penny swung wide the door. She peered inside but could see nothing. Her hand groped for the electric switch. She found the button by the door and pressed it. Instantly everything was flooded with light.

The girls found themselves in a long, narrow living room. The ceiling was beamed, the furniture was rustic, and a great fireplace occupied one end of the wall.

Penny crossed over to the hearth. There was no fire but logs were in readiness to make one.

“I don’t feel right about coming in here,” Rosanna said nervously.

“Nonsense, if it’s your property you’re not trespassing,” Penny insisted. “Besides, it looks to me as if you were expected, for everything seems in readiness for guests. I’m going to build a fire and see if I can’t thaw out my chilled bones.”

Reluctantly, Rosanna went to help her. Soon they had a roaring fire in the hearth. As they grew more comfortable they took more interest in their surroundings. The room was plainly but expensively furnished. Curious objects from many lands occupied the tables and bric-a-brac shelves.

“Your uncle must have lived an interesting life,” Penny commented, picking up a tiny ivory box from a nearby stand.

“Yes, Mother often told me——”

Rosanna’s voice broke in the midst of the sentence. Turning, Penny saw that her friend’s eyes were fastened upon the window. All color had drained from Rosanna’s face. Her eyes were dilated with fear.

“What is it?” Penny demanded.

Rosanna clutched her hand.

“I saw someone just then,” she whispered. “A man’s face at the window!”

CHAPTER V
The Lost Key

Penny turned quickly toward the window. She saw nothing save the rain trickling down the panes.

“You must have imagined it, Rosanna.”

“No, I didn’t. I know I saw a face.”

Rosanna huddled close to Penny. She was afraid.

“I’ll go and look out,” Penny proposed daringly.

Before Rosanna could stop her she moved to the door and flung it open. A man in oilskins confronted her. His face was half hidden by the felt hat which he wore low over his eyes.

“What do you want?” Penny asked nervously.

Without answering, the man stepped into the room. Under the electric light he did not look as terrifying as he had at first glance. Penny saw when he swept off his dripping hat that he was an elderly man although spry for his years. She felt slightly reassured.

“I came to find out what you mean by entering Mr. Winters’ house when he’s away?” the man demanded curtly. “Don’t stand there staring like a blind owl! Answer.”

Rosanna had completely lost her power of speech, so Penny tried to explain the situation. She told how they had been caught by the storm and mentioned Rosanna’s key and letter which gave her right to investigate the property.

“So you’re old Jacob Winters’ niece?” the man questioned gruffly, peering intently at Rosanna. “At least that’s what you say.”

“Of course he’s my uncle, although I never saw him,” Rosanna defended. “I can prove it by my letter.”

“Probably wrote it yourself,” the man snapped. “But let’s see it anyway.”

“Just a minute,” Penny interposed, feeling that it was time the newcomer answered a few questions of his own. “Are you the caretaker of this house?”

“Yes, and no. I’m a neighbor of Mr. Winters and he asked me to keep an eye on his house while he was away. I saw the light in the windows and came to see what was wrong.”

“My uncle is dead,” Rosanna said quietly. “I have inherited the estate.”

“Jacob Winters dead!” the man exploded. “Why, I had a card from him last week. Mailed from some place down in Africa. Let me see that letter you claim to have.”

Rosanna opened her pocketbook and searched for it. A troubled look came over her face. She was certain she had placed both the letter and the key in the inside compartment. Now she could find neither.

“So you haven’t got it?” the man said suspiciously.

“I must have it somewhere. I can’t imagine how I misplaced it. You remember the letter don’t you, Penny?”

“Of course. You had it in your pocketbook the last time I saw it. We’re telling you the absolute truth Mr.——”

“Caleb Eckert,” he supplied. “If you didn’t have a key how did you get into the house?”

“Why, the door was open—that is, it was unlocked,” Penny explained.

Caleb Eckert peered at her sharply as if trying to make up his mind if she were speaking the truth. Rosanna, who by this time had emptied her purse out upon the table, was growing more upset every minute.

“Oh, let’s leave this house, Penny,” she burst out. “I’ve lost the letter and the key and so we’ve no right to be here at all. I didn’t mean to trespass. I wish we’d never have come at all. That letter has caused me so much grief.”

Rosanna looked as if she might cry at any moment. Caleb Eckert softened.

“Now, I wouldn’t want you to go out into this storm. As far as I’m concerned you may stay here for the night.”

“We don’t care to intrude,” Rosanna said stiffly.

“It isn’t safe to go down the mountain in this rain,” the man declared, adopting a more friendly tone. “Now don’t be offended by the way I acted. My bark is worse than my bite.”

“We can’t blame you for being suspicious,” Penny admitted. “It may be that someone played a joke on Rosanna in sending her the letter and key. We were afraid of that from the first.”

Caleb Eckert’s eyes roved to the crackling fire, then to the splattered windows.

“Tell you what,” he proposed gruffly. “You girls stay here for the night. In the morning we’ll see if we can’t straighten things out.”

“But if Mr. Winters is alive we have no right to use this house,” Rosanna protested weakly.

“You’re his niece, aren’t you?” Caleb demanded. “Jacob Winters wouldn’t turn anyone out in a storm, much less one of his own kin folks. Have you had supper?”

The girls admitted that they had not had any food since lunch time. Caleb led them to the kitchen, showing them where canned goods were stored.

“If you’re handy with a can opener there’s no need to starve,” he declared.

The girls thanked him for his trouble. Rosanna timidly ventured a few questions concerning her uncle.

“Did you never see him?” Caleb asked.

“No, once I wrote him a letter but he never answered. I’ve heard Uncle Jacob was very eccentric.”

“Some might call him that. He liked to live alone and mind his own business which is more than most folks do. He traveled a lot too. I guess he must have visited every country in the world.” He added slyly: “If Jacob is dead, you’ll come into possession of some valuable things.”

“I hope that nothing has happened to him,” Rosanna said sincerely. “I don’t really care for riches. All I want is a home.”

“Jacob Winters never liked girls.”

“I know,” Rosanna sighed. “I guess that’s why he never answered my letter.”

“You counted a lot on the inheritance, didn’t you?” Caleb questioned shrewdly.

Rosanna flushed but did not deny the accusation.

“I thought that it might make my future more secure,” she acknowledged. “Since Mother died I’ve battered around from one rooming house to another. But even if I don’t come into the inheritance, I’ll be glad that my uncle is still alive.”

“I don’t know that he is,” Caleb Eckert said hastily. “He was alive when he sent that postcard from Africa. Since then we’ve had no word from him here at Raven Ridge.”

While the girls prepared food for themselves, Caleb sat by the kitchen stove watching. He showed them how to start a fire in the range but would not partake of supper when it was cooked.

“Had mine four hours ago. I’ll show you where you can sleep and be getting on home.”

“Do you live near here?” Penny asked curiously.

“Not far. If the rain would let up you could see my cabin through the dining room window. It’s perched on the edge of the cliff, overlooking Lake Chippewa.”

Rosanna remarked that the scenery around Raven Ridge must be beautiful.

“’Tis,” Caleb agreed enthusiastically. “You’ll have to walk down to the lake in the morning. There are some mighty pretty trails to follow too.”

“If we have time before we go, we’ll surely explore,” Penny promised.

Caleb conducted them upstairs, opening the door of one of the bedrooms. It was stuffy and dusty but otherwise ready for occupancy. Penny turned back the coverlet of the bed and found that it was equipped with clean sheets and blankets. The furniture was massive and all hand carved.

“I guess you can make out here for one night,” Caleb said.

“We’ll be very comfortable,” Penny assured him.

Returning to the lower floor, Caleb lighted his lantern and prepared to leave. With his hand on the door knob he turned to face the girls again.

“Oh, yes, there was something I forgot to mention. If you hear queer noises in the night don’t be upset.”

“Queer noises?” Penny echoed.

Caleb nodded soberly.

“Folks around here claim the house is haunted but I never took stock in such stories myself. I just thought I’d warn you.”

And before the girls could recover from their astonishment, he firmly closed the door, disappearing into the rain.

CHAPTER VI
Midnight Visitors

“I wish,” Rosanna commented emphatically, “that I had never brought you to this queer old house.”

Penny laughed as she went over to the fireplace and dropped on another stick of wood. She stood watching the sparks fly up the chimney.

“I think Caleb Eckert was only trying to be funny when he warned us of ghosts,” she declared. “At any rate, I’m too tired and sleepy to care much whether the place is haunted or not.”

“It’s a good night to sleep,” Rosanna admitted, going to the window. “I believe the storm is getting worse.”

Rain pounded steadily upon the roof and the wind was rising. It whistled weirdly around the corners of the house. The tall maple trees which shaded the front porch bent and twisted and snapped.

For a time the girls sat before the fire. Presently Penny suggested that they retire.

“I don’t believe I can sleep a wink tonight,” Rosanna protested. “Even though Caleb Eckert said it was all right for us to stay here, I don’t feel entirely easy about it.”

“I don’t see why not,” Penny protested as they mounted the creaking stairs to their bedroom. “According to the letter, you’ve inherited the house. And you have a key.”

“I had a key you mean. I can’t understand how or where I lost it.”

In thinking back over the activities of the day, Rosanna could not recall taking either the key or the letter from her purse. However, several times for one purpose or another she had opened her pocketbook, and it was quite likely that the articles had fallen out unobserved. She thought possibly she might find them on the floor of Penny’s car. She intended to search in the morning.

The upstairs room was damp and chilly. The girls hurriedly prepared to retire. Penny put up the window, snapped out the light and made a great running leap which landed her in bed.

“Listen to the wind howl,” she murmured, snuggling drowsily into her pillow. “Just the night for ghosts to be abroad.”

“Don’t!” Rosanna shivered, gripping her friend’s hand. “I can almost imagine that someone is coming up the stairway now! I’m afraid of this lonely old house.”

“I won’t let any mean old ghost get you,” Penny chuckled teasingly. “I love stormy nights.”

Rosanna lay awake long after her companion had fallen asleep. She listened restlessly to the crash of the tree branches against the roof, the creaking of old timbers and boards. But the steady beat of rain on the windowpanes had a soothing effect upon tense nerves. Presently she dozed.

Suddenly she found herself wide awake. She sat upright in bed, straining to hear. She was convinced that some unusual sound had aroused her.

Then she heard it again. A peculiar pounding noise downstairs.

She clutched Penny by the arm.

“What is it?” the latter muttered drowsily.

“Wake up! I think someone is trying to break into the house!”

As the words penetrated Penny’s consciousness, she became instantly alert. She too sat up, listening. Someone was pounding on the front door.

“What shall we do?” Rosanna whispered in terror.

Penny sprang from bed and snapped on the light. “I’m going to dress and go down. It may be Caleb Eckert.”

“Or a ghost,” Rosanna chattered. “If you’re going down, so am I.”

With the appearance of a light in the bedroom, the clanging on the door increased in violence. Penny, who was dressing as rapidly as she could, began to grow irritated.

“Are they trying to break down the door?” she grumbled. “I should think whoever it is would know we’re hurrying.”

Without delaying to lace up her shoes, she ran down the stairs, Rosanna close at her elbow. Before snapping on the living room lights the girls peered out the window.

Slightly reassured by the appearance of the midnight visitors, they cautiously unbolted the front door.

Mrs. Everett Leeds and her daughter Alicia, swept into the room. Both were bedraggled and obviously out of sorts.

Mrs. Leeds shook the rain from her cape, flung her wet hat into the nearest chair, and then coldly surveyed the two girls.

“What are you doing here, may I ask?” she inquired.

“We were sleeping,” Penny smiled.

“I mean, what are you doing in this house?”

“It seems to belong to Rosanna,” Penny said evenly. “She inherited it from her uncle, Jacob Winters.”

Mrs. Leeds’ expression was difficult to interpret. For an instant she looked stunned. But she quickly recovered her poise.

“Nonsense!” she said shortly. “This house belongs to me. Jacob Winters was my cousin. He died recently, leaving me everything. I have a letter and key to prove it. Naturally I couldn’t use my key to get into the house for you had it bolted from the inside.”

Mrs. Leeds looked accusingly at the girls as she offered the letter to Penny. A casual glance assured the girls that it was identical with the one Rosanna had received and lost.

“It’s too late to go into this tonight,” Penny protested. “Let’s discuss it in the morning.”

“Very well,” Mrs. Leeds agreed coldly. “Where are we to sleep?”

Penny informed her that there were several empty bedrooms upstairs. She led the way to the upper floor. Opening the door of one of the rooms, she was surprised to see that it was not as well furnished as the bedroom which she and Rosanna shared. Mrs. Leeds uttered an exclamation of disgust.

“Surely you don’t expect me to sleep here, Miss Nichols. The room is dirty. Positively filthy.”

“Look at that long cobweb hanging from the ceiling!” Alicia added indignantly. “I’d have hysterics if I slept here.”

“Perhaps the adjoining room is better,” Penny commented.

An inspection revealed that if anything it was even more neglected.

“I’m afraid you’ll just have to make the best of it for tonight,” Penny declared, “unless you care to drive on to the next town.”

“We’ll stay,” Mrs. Leeds decided instantly. “I’d prefer to sit up all night, rather than brave those horrible mountain roads again.”

“We slipped into a ditch coming here,” Alicia informed. “That’s what made us so late. We’ve had a terrible time.”

In a closet at the end of the hall, Penny and Rosanna found blankets and linen. As they made up the beds, neither Mrs. Leeds nor her daughter offered to assist. It was after one o’clock when the girls went back to their own room.

“Mrs. Leeds means to make trouble about the inheritance,” Penny remarked in an undertone as they snapped out the light once more. “I wonder if by any chance she could have picked up your letter and key?”

“Oh, I doubt it,” Rosanna returned. “I remember when we were at Mt. Ashland she dropped the hint that she was going to Raven Ridge. At least, she acted strangely when we mentioned the place.”

“Yes, she did. I had forgotten for the moment. Oh well, in the morning we’ll learn exactly what she intends to do.”

Penny rolled over and soon was sleeping soundly. Toward morning she awoke to hear a clock somewhere in the house chiming four. At first she thought nothing of it, then it occurred to her that no one had wound any of the timepieces the previous evening. While she was musing over such an odd happening her keen ears detected the sound of soft footsteps in the long hall outside.

“It’s probably Mrs. Leeds or her daughter,” she reasoned.

The sounds persisted. At length Penny quietly arose and tiptoed to the door. She looked out into the dark hall. No one was within sight. Mrs. Leeds’ door was closed.

Penny went back to bed, taking care not to awaken Rosanna. Scarcely had she pulled the blankets up than the soft pad of footsteps could be heard again.

“I hope it isn’t that ghost Caleb warned us about,” she thought uneasily. “Oh, bother! I know there aren’t any ghosts!”

Penny closed her eyes and tried to sleep but found it quite impossible. Even after the noise in the hall ceased she caught herself listening for the footsteps. At a quarter to seven she dressed and stole downstairs to see what she could find for breakfast.

At eight o’clock when Rosanna came into the kitchen, Penny had coffee, cereal and crisp bacon ready.

“The larder seems very well supplied,” she informed cheerfully. “Someone left milk on our doorstep too. I imagine it must have been Caleb.”

“I’m hungry enough to eat anything,” Rosanna declared. “Shall I call Mrs. Leeds and Alicia?”

“Yes, do, although I don’t know how they’ll take to my cooking.”

Rosanna went upstairs to rap on Mrs. Leeds’ door. She returned a minute later, reporting that neither of the guests would be down for breakfast.

“They were quite put out at being disturbed so early,” she told Penny ruefully.

“We’ll let them get their own breakfasts then. Come on, we’ll have ours anyway.”

Penny had learned to cook very well under the tutelage of Mrs. Gallup. She had done remarkably well with the meager supplies at her disposal and Rosanna declared that the breakfast was excellent.

The girls had finished the dishes and were stacking them away when Alicia came down the stairs.

“Mother and I will take our breakfast now,” she informed.

Rosanna started toward the kitchen, but Penny neatly blocked the way.

“Sorry,” she said cheerfully, “but we’ve just finished ours. You’ll find supplies in the kitchen.”

Alicia started to reply but without waiting to hear what she might have to say, Penny and Rosanna went out the back door.

“While she cools off we may as well look over the grounds,” Penny laughed. “If Mrs. Leeds and Alicia expect to get along with me, they’ll have to learn that this household is going to operate on a cafeteria basis.”

From the rear door a sandstone path led down a steep incline to the brow of a high cliff. A river wound its way directly below, emptying into a crystal blue lake. Deep in the pine woods, some distance from the path, a cabin could be seen. The girls decided that it must belong to Caleb Eckert.

While they were admiring the rugged scenery, someone came up behind them. They wheeled about to face Caleb himself.

“Well, well, you both look bright and gay this morning,” he greeted heartily. “Sleep well?”

“Quite well,” Rosanna told him shyly. “That is, we did until the visitors arrived.”

“Visitors?”

Rosanna explained about Mrs. Leeds and her daughter while Penny added omitted details. For some reason they both were beginning to feel that Caleb was their ally.

“All this talk about letters and keys and inheritances certainly has me puzzled,” he proclaimed, shaking his head. “It’s hard to believe that Jacob Winters is dead. I think I’ll walk back to the house with you and have a little talk with Mrs. Leeds.”

“Did you leave milk at our doorstep this morning?” Penny questioned as they returned together.

Caleb admitted that he had placed it there.

“You’ve been very kind,” Rosanna said gratefully. “I want to thank you before we leave.”

“You’re not aiming to leave today?” Caleb asked quickly.

“Well, yes, I imagine we will. I don’t feel right about staying here.”

Caleb lowered his voice. “Take my advice, Miss Winters, and don’t leave while that other woman and her daughter are here. From what you’ve told me, I think they mean to grab the property.”

“But what can I do?” Rosanna asked helplessly. “I’ve lost my letter and the key. I haven’t any proof that the property was left to me.”

“Maybe this Leeds woman hasn’t any proof that it was left to her either,” Caleb said sagely. “Anyway, we’ll find out what she has to say.”

At first, Mrs. Leeds, accosted in the living room of the old house, had little comment to make. She was out of sorts from lack of sleep the previous night, and the breakfast which she and Alicia had endeavored to cook had not been a success. Nor was she impressed with Caleb who wore high boots, an old pair of dirty trousers and a crumpled felt hat.

“I don’t see why I should discuss my business affairs with you,” she said aloofly. “I have inherited this property from my cousin and I mean to remain here in possession of it indefinitely if necessary.”

“May I see the letter which you say you received?” Caleb inquired.

Mrs. Leeds hesitated, then reluctantly handed it over. Caleb studied it briefly and returned it.

“You will require more than this as evidence of Mr. Winters’ death,” he said quietly. “For all I know, you may have forged this letter.”

“Preposterous!” Mrs. Leeds snapped. “I refuse to discuss the matter with you further. I shall send for my attorney and he will straighten out everything.”

“Not without the will, he can’t,” Caleb returned grimly. “And there’s no telling what became of it.”

“The will?” Mrs. Leeds caught him up. “Are you sure there was a will?”

“Mr. Winters told me once that he had made one and hidden it somewhere in the house.”

“Then of course it can be found.”

“Mr. Winters wouldn’t want anyone prying around in his private papers,” Caleb insisted. “Until I have definite word that he is dead, I can’t let anyone hunt for it.”

“I shouldn’t call searching for the will exactly prying!” Mrs. Leeds retorted indignantly. “What right have you to say what is to be done here? Are you the caretaker?”

“Well, not exactly, but Mr. Winters asked me to look after things until he got back.”

“That will must be found.”

Caleb’s face tightened. “Mrs. Leeds,” he said severely, “I repeat, things in this house must not be disturbed.”

Mrs. Leeds drew herself up proudly. “Unquestionably, the will leaves everything to me.”

“That may be,” Caleb acknowledged, “but this girl here has a claim too.” He indicated Rosanna.

Mrs. Leeds froze her with a glance. Her eyes snapped like brands of fire as she listened to Rosanna’s account of the letter and key. But a look of relief, which was not lost upon either of the girls, came over her face as she learned that they had been misplaced.

“The story sounds ridiculous to me,” Mrs. Leeds declared coldly. “If you can’t produce the letter or the key, what proof have you that you actually are Jacob Winters’ niece?”

“I could get evidence within a few days,” Rosanna declared. “The letter and key may show up too.”

“I think perhaps you dropped them in the car,” Penny interrupted. “Let’s look now.”

Leaving Mrs. Leeds and Caleb embroiled in another argument, they went outside where the automobile had been parked near the house. A careful search of the flooring and pockets of the car did not reveal the missing letter or key. Rosanna was completely discouraged.

“Do you think Mrs. Leeds could have picked it up?” she asked gloomily.

“I don’t see how,” Penny returned thoughtfully. “But there’s one thing certain. She intends to make trouble. You surely don’t intend to go away from here while she and her daughter are camped in the house?”

“What else can we do?”

“Send a wire to Dad that we’re staying on a day or two,” Penny answered instantly.

“But won’t that inconvenience both of you?”

“No, I suspect Dad will be grateful for the rest and as for myself, I’d enjoy seeing this thing through.”

It required little urging to convince Rosanna of the wisdom of remaining on the scene. She had taken an immediate dislike to Mrs. Leeds and her daughter, and agreed with Penny that they were determined to claim more than a rightful share of the inheritance.

Once the girls arrived at a decision they lost no time in driving to the nearest town where Penny dispatched a message to her father. Noticing an inviting looking restaurant, they ate lunch before motoring back to the Winters’ mansion. It was nearly two o’clock when they reached the Ridge again.

An unfamiliar car stood on the driveway. Penny was certain it did not belong to Mrs. Leeds for her mud-splattered sedan was parked some distance away.

“It looks like more visitors,” she commented as they crossed the veranda together.

At the doorway both girls involuntarily paused. Mrs. Leeds was engaged in conversation with a stranger.

For an instant Penny and Rosanna stood and stared. It was the same man who had refused them help on the road.

CHAPTER VII
“Ghost” Music

As Penny and Rosanna entered the living room, the stranger turned to face them. For a long moment Penny was convinced that he was the shoplifter who had stolen the diamond ring from the Belton City department store. His build was the same and the general lines of his face were similar. Then the man spoke and she was not certain at all. The tone of his voice was entirely different as was his abrupt manner of speaking.

A trifle nervously, or so it seemed to Penny, Caleb Eckert introduced the stranger.

“Max Laponi,” he said. “He represents himself as a nephew of Jacob Winters.”

“Not only do I represent myself as such, but I have proof that I am Uncle Jacob’s nephew,” the stranger retorted. “You’ll find my credentials in order. I’ve come to take over the estate.”

The girls were not greatly surprised when he took from his pocket a letter similar to the one which Mrs. Leeds had produced. They were more impressed with the other papers which he offered for Caleb’s inspection—a birth certificate, a letter of identification from a well known Chicago banker and various legal documents.

“It looks to me as if someone has played a joke on all you folks,” Caleb said slowly. “We don’t know that Mr. Winters is even dead.”

“Oh, yes, we do,” Max Laponi insisted, producing another letter. “This came from my attorney this morning. It definitely states that Mr. Winters—Uncle Jacob—was buried at sea.”

Caleb sank down in a chair. He scarcely read the letter although his face had turned an ashen hue.

“I can’t believe it even now,” he murmured. “There must be some mistake.”

“There’s no mistake,” Max cut in sharply. “It’s clear enough that I am the heir too. By the way, didn’t the old man have a valuable collection of ivories?”

Caleb stiffened visibly. “Ivories?” he asked blankly.

“Sure, some pieces he collected years ago on his tours. Read about it in the paper.”

“Oh, so you read about it?” Caleb echoed significantly.

“Uncle Jacob told me about the collection too. He always intended me to have it.”

“Then you should know where to find it,” Caleb retorted bluntly. “I’m sure I don’t.”

With that he turned and walked to the door. There he paused to fling over his shoulder:

“I wash my hands of the whole matter. You folks will have to fight it out among you.”

Mrs. Leeds had managed to hold her tongue very well, but the moment that the door closed behind Caleb, she began an angry attack upon Rosanna and the newcomer, accusing both of being impostors. Unwilling to listen to such an unreasonable tirade, Penny and Rosanna fled out of doors.

“Such a mad house!” Penny exclaimed, taking a deep breath. “I have to keep pinching myself to believe it’s real!”

“I never saw such a hopeless muddle,” Rosanna added. “Everyone is so eager for the property no one gives the slightest thought to the tragedy which befell poor Mr. Winters.”

“Perhaps he isn’t dead,” Penny suggested.

Rosanna stared. “What makes you think that? Didn’t Mr. Laponi have proof of it?”

“He seemed to have proof of everything,” Penny admitted with a rueful laugh. “That’s what makes me suspicious. There’s something strange about this entire affair.”

“I agree with you there.”

“I’m convinced of one thing, Rosanna. Either Mrs. Leeds or this man Laponi is an impostor. At first I thought Laponi was the same person who stole the ring. Now I can’t be sure.”

Rosanna did not believe that the two were identical although she admitted there was a close resemblance. However, she was quite willing to agree that the man seemed like an impostor despite his credentials.

“He may have picked up that letter and key you lost,” Penny went on, thinking aloud. “And there was something rather sinister in the way he mentioned the collection of ivories.”

“I noticed that. Caleb seemed disturbed.”

“It wouldn’t surprise me if he knows where Mr. Winters kept the collection,” Penny continued. “At any rate, he’s wise to pretend ignorance. With such a mad lot of people in the house, anything might happen.”

Noticing a nearby path which led to a spring house, the girls followed it, drinking of the cool mountain water. They sat down on a bench which afforded a view of the tall chalk-like cliffs. After a time they felt soothed and tranquil again. They presently walked back to the house.

Max Laponi was nowhere to be seen although Alicia told them that he was busy moving his things into one of the upstairs bedrooms.

“Mother’s worried since he came,” the girl confided, growing more friendly. “They had a dreadful quarrel. Now she’s hunting for the will.”

“But Caleb Eckert warned her not to do that,” Penny protested.

“That old meddler has nothing to do with this place,” Alicia declared with a toss of her head. “I hope he minds his own business and stays away.”

The girls found Mrs. Leeds in the library. She was going through the drawers of the desk in systematic fashion, tossing papers carelessly on the floor. One drawer was locked. She shook it viciously.

“Like as not Jacob Winters’ will is locked up in there,” she said irritably. “I’m half a notion to break into it.”

“Oh, you mustn’t do that,” Rosanna cried indignantly, before she could check herself.

“And why shouldn’t I?” Mrs. Leeds demanded tartly. “Jacob Winters is dead isn’t he? And his will must be found. I suppose you’re afraid to have the document come to light for fear you’ll be cut off completely.”

Rosanna’s cheeks flushed.

“I never thought of such a thing, Mrs. Leeds. I think it’s disgraceful the way everyone is acting about the property!”

Before Mrs. Leeds could reply, she ran from the room. Penny loyally followed, joining Rosanna in the bedroom which they shared. She found the orphan in tears.

“Forget it,” Penny advised kindly. “Mrs. Leeds is so intent on getting the money that she doesn’t realize what she says.”

“I’m sorry I ever came here. I want no part in this disgraceful grab for Uncle Jacob’s money.”

“I know how you feel,” Penny agreed, “but let’s stay a day or two. I’m curious to learn just what is going on here.”

In truth, she was completely baffled. It was difficult for her to make up her mind whether or not the entire arrangement was a hoax. Somehow she had distrusted Laponi’s credentials. She distrusted him too.

“I don’t believe he could be a nephew of Jacob Winters,” she thought. “I wish there was some way to trace down his past.”

It was clear to Penny that Rosanna would never defend her claim to the inheritance. Unless she personally took a hand in the affair, Mrs. Leeds and Max Laponi would ignore the orphan completely.

“I’ll let them make the first move,” she decided shrewdly. “For the time being I’ll play a waiting game.”

For the greater part of the afternoon, Penny and Rosanna remained in their own room. Toward nightfall they walked about the grounds and later motored to a nearby inn for dinner. At nine o’clock when they returned to the big empty house, the downstairs was dark. They judged that Mrs. Leeds and Max Laponi had already gone to their rooms.

“We may as well turn in too,” Penny suggested. “The mountain air makes one drowsy.”

Both girls were soon sound asleep. However, sometime later Penny was awakened by the sound of footsteps in the hall. She thought little of it, and rolling over, tried to go to sleep again. Suddenly she heard soft music from above.

She sat up in bed, listening. A strain of a famous opera resounded through the room, rising in volume, then falling away. Penny knew that she was not imagining it. She nudged her companion who quickly awakened.

“Do you hear the same thing I do?”

Rosanna clutched the sheets more tightly about her.

“Ghost music,” she whispered in awe.

“It sounds like pipe organ music coming from a long distance away,” Penny whispered. “I’m going to find out!”

Before Rosanna could prevent it, she stole from bed and swiftly tiptoed to the door.

CHAPTER VIII
The Ivory Collection

Penny quietly opened the bedroom door, peering out into the long dark hall. She could hear the music distinctly. It seemed to be coming from almost directly overhead.

By this time, Rosanna, overcoming her fear, crept beside her friend. They huddled together, listening.

“It’s an organ. I’m sure of it,” Penny whispered. “But where can it be hidden?”

“I’m afraid of this place,” Rosanna chattered. “Let’s lock the bedroom door and leave in the morning.”

Penny made no response. For that matter she did not even hear for she was intent upon trying to localize the sound of the music. Never inclined to be superstitious, she had no thought that the old house was haunted. She felt certain that the ghost-like music was man made.

“This house must have a third floor or an attic,” she declared softly. “Let’s see if we can find our way up.”

“Never!”

“Then I’m going alone.”

Penny started off down the hall. Rosanna hesitated, and then, unable to watch her friend walk into danger alone, hurriedly followed. Halfway down the hall she reached for the electric switch but Penny caught her hand before she could turn on the light.

“Don’t! It would give warning that we’re coming.”

Groping about in the dark the girls went past Mrs. Leeds’ bedroom and the one occupied by the stranger. Penny noted that the doors of both were tightly closed. At the end of the hall she found still another door. Gently she turned the handle and opened it. A steep flight of stairs led upward.

“Oh, please, let’s not go up,” Rosanna pleaded, trembling.

“You stay here,” Penny said in a whisper. “If anything goes wrong, let out a cry for help.”

The mysterious music had ceased for the moment. Penny waited until it began again, and then, following the sound, crept noiselessly up the stairs leaving Rosanna on guard below.

At the top of the last step Penny paused to listen again. Actually, she was not as courageous as she had pretended. She could hear her own heart pounding.

It was so dark on the third floor that at first she could distinguish nothing. The music had increased in volume and Penny was more sure than ever that it came from a hidden pipe organ.

As her eyes focused better she found herself standing upon a small landing from which branched two closed doors. After a slight hesitation she tiptoed to the nearest one and opened it a tiny crack.

Although no sound had betrayed her, the music from within ended with a discordant crash. Startled, Penny allowed the door to swing wide. She started forward, and suddenly tripped. Until that moment her nerve had held steady. But as she stumbled and fell she uttered a shrill cry of terror.

Rosanna, fearing the worst, came running up the stairs.

“Penny! Penny! Are you hurt?”

Reassured by her friend’s voice, Penny scrambled to her feet and met Rosanna at the door.

“I’m all right,” she said shakily. “But I’ve done enough investigating for one night!”

“What frightened you so?”

“I’ll tell you later.”

They lost no time in returning to the lower floor. Down the hall, Mrs. Leeds’ door had opened. A light flashed on.

“What is going on here?” Mrs. Leeds demanded, emerging into the hallway. “Such a house I never saw! First it’s music—then a scream! It’s enough to send one into hysterics.”

Penny and Rosanna could not refrain from smiling, for Mrs. Leeds looked ridiculous in her curlers which were sticking out from her head at all angles. Before they could answer, Alicia joined her mother.

“I should think you could go to your room and let folks sleep!” she said irritably. “You’ve been running up and down the hall all night.”

“You’re wrong there,” Penny returned. “This is the first time Rosanna or I have stirred from our room. We got up to investigate the mysterious music.”

“Then you heard it too?” Mrs. Leeds breathed in awe. “I thought perhaps I had imagined that part of it.”

“No, you heard music all right,” Penny told her grimly.

“It isn’t—you don’t think the house is haunted?” Alicia stammered nervously. “That old man—what’s his name—was trying to tell us about someone having died in a room on the upper floor!”

“Well, the music seemed to come from the third floor,” Penny informed, relishing the effect which her words produced. “As for the scream, I can account for that. I tripped and fell. Now I think we may as well all go back to bed. There’s been so much commotion that I rather judge our ‘ghost’ has been frightened away for the time being.”

“I can’t sleep a wink after all this has happened,” Mrs. Leeds declared. “I shall sit up until morning.”

“As you wish,” Penny said indifferently. “I’m going to bed.”

As she walked down the hall to her own room she glanced rather sharply at the door of Max Laponi’s room. It was still tightly closed.

“Our friend appears to be a sound sleeper,” she remarked to Rosanna.

In the privacy of their bedroom, Rosanna demanded to know exactly what had happened.

“Well, I didn’t see much,” Penny admitted. “But I did learn one interesting thing. There’s a pipe organ installed in this house. I might have discovered who was playing it too only I tripped over a rope which had been strung up in front of the door.”

“Placed there deliberately, you think?”

“Of course. It startled me so that I let out that wild yell. I don’t care to do any more investigating tonight, but in the morning I mean to have a good look at that room upstairs.”

“You have more nerve than I,” Rosanna declared admiringly.

Penny carefully locked the outside door before turning out the light. It was twenty minutes after twelve by her wrist watch.

“I shouldn’t call it nerve exactly,” she replied thoughtfully, climbing into bed. “The truth is, I’m a little afraid, Rosanna.”

“Then why do you go up there again?”

“Oh, I don’t mean that. It isn’t the music that has me frightened.”

“But what else is there to be afraid of?” Rosanna persisted.

“It’s just a feeling, I guess,” Penny admitted. “I can’t explain—only it seems to me that some sinister plot is brewing in this old house.”

“I have the same sensation,” Rosanna confessed. “Let’s leave in the morning.”

Penny laughed softly and settled herself more comfortably in the pillows.

“Never!” she retorted. “I’m the daughter of a detective you know! This is our own special mystery case, and unless that ghost gets me first, I intend to get him!”

With that threat, Penny rolled over and lost herself in sleep.

The warm sun was streaming in at the windows when the girls aroused themselves. They dressed and went downstairs, finding the house quite deserted. Apparently Mrs. Leeds, her daughter and Max Laponi had gone to the village for breakfast.

“I wish they had vanished for good but there’s no use hoping that,” Penny commented. “I doubt if even a ghost could keep Mrs. Leeds from remaining until the estate is settled.”

The girls cooked their own breakfast, utilizing supplies which they had purchased at the nearby town. As they washed the dishes and stacked them away, Rosanna mentioned again that she did not feel comfortable about making such free use of her unknown uncle’s property.

“Perhaps it isn’t just the thing to do,” Penny acknowledged, “but the situation isn’t a normal one either. If Mr. Eckert says it is all right for us to stay on, I don’t think we should worry.”

“Will it do us any good to remain?” Rosanna pondered in a troubled tone. “If Mr. Eckert can’t tell us what became of my uncle, who could?”

“That’s just the point, Rosanna. I believe he knows more than he lets on.”

Penny’s gaze wandered to the tiny log cabin set back in the pine woods. Wisps of thin smoke curled from the chimney. That meant that Caleb must be at home.

“Let’s walk down there and talk with him,” she proposed impulsively. “It’s time he answers a few of our questions.”

Caleb did not come to the door to answer their timid knock. Instead he called out a hearty, “Come in,” which they instantly obeyed.

Caleb was the picture of comfort, sitting propped back in his chair by the window, puffing at an old pipe. He arose reluctantly and dusted off two camp stools for the visitors.

“We thought perhaps you might furnish us with a little information,” Penny began pleasantly.

Her eyes roved swiftly about the room. She noticed the open bookcase with four rows of well-thumbed volumes. The titles were impressive. Caleb Eckert, despite his rough appearance, seemingly had a liking for intellectual books.

“Well, what is it you want to know?” Caleb demanded, not unkindly. “I’ve told you before that I’ll have nothing to do with this muddle over Mr. Winters’ property.”

“I’ve given up all hope of inheriting any of the estate,” Rosanna said. “But I should like to hear about my uncle. What was he like?”

“Some folks said he was the queerest man on Snow Mountain. I liked him because he attended to his own business. He was considered a remarkable sportsman by some.”

Penny’s eyes traveled to a huge bear skin which hung on the cabin wall. Caleb followed her gaze.

“Mr. Winters gave me that skin last year when he came back from his trip north. A mighty nice specimen.”

“Do you have a picture of Mr. Winters?” Penny asked, abruptly changing the subject.

Caleb shook his head. He began to talk about the bear skin again. Rosanna listened eagerly, but Penny sensed that the old man was trying to monopolize the conversation and thus keep her from asking questions which he did not care to answer.

When she succeeded in breaking in it was to bring up the subject of Mr. Winters’ ivory collection. Caleb seemed reluctant to offer definite information.

“All I know is that Mr. Winters was supposed to have one,” he answered. “Folks said it was worth a fortune and that he had spent years gathering it.”

“What became of the collection?” Penny inquired curiously.

“How should I know?” Caleb retorted crossly. “Seems to me you girls ask a lot of silly questions.”

“We didn’t mean to be inquisitive,” Penny apologized. “Only it struck me that Max Laponi has an unusual interest in that collection of ivory.”

Caleb eyed her strangely. “So you noticed it too?” he asked.

Penny nodded. “Perhaps I shouldn’t say it, but I don’t trust that man, Mr. Eckert. If Mr. Winters’ collection of ivory is still in the house, don’t you think it should be removed to a safer place?”

“That’s what I’d like to do,” Caleb muttered, looking out the window.

“Then you do know where the ivory collection is,” Penny tripped him.

Caleb glared at her. “I didn’t say so, did I? Why should Mr. Winters tell me where he kept his valuables? Bosh! I tell you I won’t be mixed up in the muddle. Now go away and let me sleep!”

Caleb stretched himself out on the couch and closed his eyes. Thus dismissed, the girls hastily departed.

“Such a cross old man!” Rosanna exclaimed when they were out of earshot. “But even though he is irritable, I rather like him.”

“So do I,” Penny admitted with a laugh. “You know, I think our questions about the ivory collection disturbed him more than he cared to show.”

“He did seem reluctant to tell us anything about it.”

“We’ll nail him down yet,” Penny declared grimly as they walked slowly toward the house on the cliff. “Unless I’m sadly mistaken, that ivory collection is hidden somewhere on the premises and he’s scared silly for fear someone will find it!”

CHAPTER IX
A Scrap of Paper

Penny and Rosanna entered the house by the side door. Hearing a murmur of voices from the direction of the library, they involuntarily paused to listen.

“If we go into this thing as partners we’re both bound to profit,” they heard a man say in an insistent tone. “Think it over and I know you’ll see how easily it can be accomplished. Those two girls are nit-wits. They’ll make no trouble.”

Penny and Rosanna exchanged a startled glance. They recognized Max Laponi’s voice. So he was plotting against them! Undoubtedly, planning to secure complete control of the Winters’ estate.

“I’m going to find out with whom he is talking,” Penny whispered.

Before Rosanna could protest, she walked to the library door and opened it. Mrs. Leeds and Max Laponi were sitting at the desk, examining some document which was spread out before them. As Penny came in, Laponi whisked it into his pocket.

“Oh, I beg your pardon,” Penny said casually. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“You aren’t at all, my dear,” Mrs. Leeds said more graciously than was her custom. “Mr. Laponi was just showing me a letter from his sister.”

“Yes, from my sister,” Laponi echoed with a slight smirk. “She lives in Naples and writes such interesting letters.”

Penny found it difficult to refrain from smiling. She pretended to search in the bookcase for a volume.

“I thought possibly you had discovered the will,” she remarked mischievously.

“The will! Oh, no!” Mrs. Leeds assured her.

“That is a good joke,” Laponi echoed. “Ha! Ha! Even a ferret couldn’t find old Jacob Winters’ will in this house!”

Penny was aware that both Mrs. Leeds and Max Laponi were watching her shrewdly, trying to make up their minds if she had overheard anything. She dared say no more lest she betray herself. Picking up a book she quietly withdrew.

“It’s just as I thought,” she told Rosanna when they were together in their bedroom. “Laponi is trying to get Mrs. Leeds involved in some scheme to steal the property. Unless we watch out, Rosanna, they’ll get everything away from you.”

“I don’t much care,” Rosanna returned in disgust. “I never saw such disgraceful actions in all my life. As far as I’m concerned, I’d rather leave this place tomorrow and let the lawyers settle everything.”

“There will be nothing left to settle when Mrs. Leeds and Laponi get through. It’s pretty evident that one or the other is an impostor.”

“But we can’t prove that, Penny. If only I hadn’t lost my key and the credentials!”

“We’re only starting to work on this case,” Penny said cheerfully. “Let’s keep our eyes and ears open. We may discover something of value.”

Since their arrival at the old house, the girls had awaited an opportunity to inspect the third floor, hoping to discover the cause of the mysterious music which had disturbed the household. Penny suggested that while Mrs. Leeds and Laponi were occupied in the library they might make their tour of investigation. Rosanna agreed but without enthusiasm. She was not as venturesome as her companion.

Penny led the way to the third floor landing. The hall was dark and dusty; cobwebs hung from the corners of the ceiling.

Penny cast an appraising glance about her. The doors leading from the hall were all closed. She was certain that upon her previous visit one had been slightly ajar.

She reached for the knob and turned it. The door did not give. It was locked.

“That’s funny,” Penny murmured.

“What is?”

“I’m sure this door was unlocked before.”

“Perhaps it was the other one,” Rosanna suggested.

They moved on down the hall to try the second door. It too was securely fastened.

“I distinctly recall opening that other door,” Penny maintained. “I started to go in and tripped over something. I suspect it was a rope stretched just inside the door.”

“Well, if we can’t get in I guess we can’t learn anything,” Rosanna said, somewhat in relief.

Penny made no response. She bent down to peer through the keyhole.

“See anything?” Rosanna asked.

“Just a big empty room. But there is something up against the far wall! Rosanna, it’s a pipe organ!”

After a minute she stepped away that her friend might see for herself. Rosanna agreed that the shadowy outline was an organ and a magnificent one.

“The music came from this room all right,” Penny said excitedly. “I wish we could get in.”

After trying the door again, the girls returned to the second floor. As Penny closed the stairway door she noticed that it had a key. Upon impulse she turned it in the lock and pocketed the key with a smile of satisfaction.

“That should put a stop to the music for a few nights,” she remarked. “I’ll show that ghost I can lock a few doors myself!”

As they reached their own bedroom, Rosanna said that she believed she would lie down for a half hour. The events of the past few days had worn her down, both physically and mentally.

“Do,” Penny urged: “A sleep will refresh you. I think I’ll go downstairs and see if I can discover what plot is brewing.”

She descended the spiral stairway and paused at the library. It was empty. The house was strangely silent. Penny crossed the hall to the living room. Heavy draperies screened the arched doorway. As Penny pulled them aside to enter, she saw Mrs. Leeds standing at the fireplace, her back to the door. Something about her manner aroused Penny’s suspicions. She waited and watched.

Mrs. Leeds had built up a roaring fire on the hearth. She held a paper in her hand. Deliberately, she tore it into a dozen pieces and dropped them into the flames.

Penny hastily entered the room.

Mrs. Leeds wheeled, her cheeks flushing. “How you startled me, Miss Nichols! You surely have a way of coming in quietly.”

“Sorry,” Penny said, walking over to the hearth. “How nice to have a fire, although it is a little warm today.”

“The room seemed damp,” Mrs. Leeds said nervously. “I was cold. I think I’ll go to my room and get a sweater.”

The instant Mrs. Leeds had disappeared, Penny snatched a charred piece of paper from the hearth. It was the only scrap which had not been completely consumed by the flames.

Only a few scattered lines with many words missing were visible. The others were blackened or torn away.

Penny distinguished a part of the writing: “Last will and testam— —do bequeath to my niece, Ro—”

“This must be a portion of Jacob Winters’ will!” she thought. “Mrs. Leeds probably found it somewhere in the house and decided to destroy it because she or her daughter weren’t mentioned!”

She stared at the word which began Ro——. The remaining letters had been torn away. Had Mr. Winters written Rosanna’s name? If only she had entered the living room a minute earlier she might have prevented the document from being destroyed!

In reviewing Mrs. Leeds’ actions during the past two days, Penny could not doubt that the woman had actually found the missing will. Since her arrival at Raven Ridge she had spent most of her time poking about into odd corners of the house. The locked drawer of the desk had annoyed her exceedingly.

“I’ll just take a look and see if it’s still locked,” Penny thought.

She opened the desk and tried the drawer. It readily opened.

“Empty,” Penny commented grimly. “Just as I suspected.”

She examined the lock. It was evident at a glance that it had been broken by a sharp instrument and not unlocked with a key.

“The will was hidden in this drawer,” she mused. “I feel confident of it. And it must have been drawn up in Rosanna’s favor or Mrs. Leeds never would have destroyed it.”

Penny closed the desk and carefully placed the charred bit of paper in her dress pocket. She was deeply disturbed over the discovery, realizing that Mrs. Leeds, by destroying the document, had gained a great advantage. However, she had no intention of abandoning the fight.

“I’ll keep this strictly to myself,” she decided. “For the present I’ll not even tell Rosanna. It would only disappoint her to learn that the will has been burned.”

Since Mrs. Leeds’ arrival at Raven Ridge, Penny had done everything in her power to avoid a break with the arrogant society woman. She had ignored snubs and many unkind remarks. Now she felt that if Rosanna’s interests were to be safeguarded, she no longer could afford to play a waiting game.

“Mrs. Leeds and Max Laponi have shown their hand,” she reflected. “They mean to gain their ends by any possible means. But since they’re stooping to underhanded tricks, I may have a few little schemes of my own!”

Penny was unusually silent that evening. Rosanna noticed it at once but thinking that her friend was absorbed in her own thoughts, refrained from questioning her.

At six o’clock the girls motored to Andover for dinner. To their chagrin, Mrs. Leeds and her daughter Alicia chanced to select the same cafe. All during the meal, Penny noticed the woman’s eyes upon her. As she and Rosanna arose to leave, Mrs. Leeds hastily followed them.

“Miss Winters, may I speak with you a moment?” she began coldly.

“Why, yes, of course,” Rosanna responded.

“I mean alone.”

Rosanna hesitated and glanced at Penny. The latter started to move away.

“No, don’t go,” Rosanna said quickly. “I am sure that anything Mrs. Leeds may wish to say to me can be said in front of you.”

“Very well,” Mrs. Leeds returned icily. “Evidence has reached me today which proves conclusively that I am Jacob Winters’ sole heir.”

Rosanna took the blow without the quiver of an eyelash.

“What evidence, may I ask, Mrs. Leeds?”

“I don’t feel compelled to go into that, Miss Winters. Certainly not in the presence of strangers or on the street.”

“Penny isn’t exactly a stranger,” Rosanna smiled.

“From the first I have been very tolerant, I think,” Mrs. Leeds went on, ignoring the orphan’s remark. “By your own admission you have no credentials—we have only your word that you are even related to Jacob Winters.”

“I had a letter and key—the same as you,” Rosanna faltered. “Either I lost them or they were stolen.”

“And Rosanna happens to be a niece of Mr. Winters,” Penny added significantly. “I believe you are only a cousin, Mrs. Leeds?”

The woman eyed her furiously.

“Just what is it that you want me to do?” Rosanna asked.

“I think you both should leave immediately.”

“And allow you to have everything your way,” Penny interposed sweetly. “Now wouldn’t that be nice—for you!”

She took Rosanna by the arm and urged her toward the car.

“Don’t allow Miss Nichols to poison your mind!” Mrs. Leeds pleaded, following Rosanna to the curbing. “Unless you leave immediately you will receive no part of the fortune. If you go without making any further trouble, I might agree to some small settlement. After all, I mean to be generous.”

“Thanks for telling us,” Penny smiled.

She closed the car door and they drove away.

“Perhaps we shouldn’t have been so short with her,” Rosanna said uneasily as they returned to the house on Snow Mountain. “If it’s true that the property has been left to her, then she was being generous to offer to give me anything.”

“Don’t worry, she’d forget her promise soon enough if she succeeded in getting you away from here, Rosanna. I detest that woman. She thinks she is so subtle and she’s as transparent as glass!”

“I wonder what evidence she referred to?” Rosanna mused.

Penny started to speak, then changed her mind. Although Mrs. Leeds had no suspicion that she guessed the truth, she was well aware of the nature of the new evidence. However, she refrained from mentioning the burned will, realizing that Rosanna, in her present depressed state of mind, would be greatly disturbed by the information. If the orphan believed that she no longer had a definite claim to the fortune, she would insist upon leaving Raven Ridge without further delay.

Penny did not intend to quit the scene until she had answered several questions to her satisfaction.

The entire case seemed a trifle fantastic as she reviewed it. First, Rosanna had received the strange letter signed by a fictitious name. Then, although the orphan had lost the key, they had found the door of the Winters’ mansion unlocked. Close upon the heels of their arrival, Mrs. Leeds, her daughter, and Max Laponi appeared. Since then, the house had been disturbed by haunting organ music and one baffling event had crowded upon another.

“It’s all very bewildering,” Penny reflected. “But I believe that everything can be fitted together if only I am able to learn the identity of the mysterious ghost.”

The night closed in dark and windy. Penny and Rosanna sat by the fire, trying to read. They were relieved when Mrs. Leeds and her daughter retired to their rooms shortly after eight o’clock for it gave them an opportunity to talk. At ten o’clock the girls went to their own room. Max Laponi had not yet returned from Andover where he took his meals.

Penny was tired and fell asleep almost as soon as her head touched the pillow. Hours later she was awakened by Rosanna who was sitting upright in bed.

“What is it?” Penny mumbled drowsily.

Then she knew. The house reverberated with the soft chords of a pipe organ.

Without switching on the electric lights, Penny drew on her dressing gown. She started toward the door, then returned to grope in the drawer of the dresser where she found the key which locked the door leading to the attic floor.

“What are you going to do?” Rosanna asked anxiously, drawing the bedclothes closer about her.

Penny already had gone. Stealing quietly down the dark hall she reached the end of it and stood listening. The door leading to the third floor was closed. She could hear the music more distinctly than before and knew for a certainty that it came from above.

She gently tried the door. It was still locked.

Penny was momentarily baffled. She had half expected to find the door unlocked. She had been so confident that by taking the key she could put a stop to the ghost music.

“How did the organist reach the third floor if he didn’t pass through this door?” she debated. “That ghost must be quite a clever fellow if he can enter without keys.”

The entire house had been carefully locked up for the night. Penny and Rosanna had attended to it the last thing before retiring, knowing that Max Laponi could come in later by using his own pass key. They had secured every door and window.

“Well, I won’t learn anything by standing here,” Penny thought uncomfortably. “I’ll have to go up there.” Her usual courage was at low ebb. She dreaded the ordeal.

However, before she could open the stairway door, a shrill scream echoed down the hall.

Terrified, Penny crouched back against the wall and waited.

CHAPTER X
The Wall Safe

Recovering from her fright, Penny reached up and snapped on the light. She heard a door open down the hall. Mrs. Leeds, a dressing gown clutched about her unshapely figure, stumbled toward the girl.

“There’s something in my room! It struck my face while I was sleeping! Oh, oh, such a horrible house!”

“Control yourself,” Penny advised, taking her by the arm. “We’ll see what it is.”

Mrs. Leeds jerked away, assuming an attitude of tense listening. For the first time she had paid heed to the organ music from above.

“There it is again!” she whispered in awe. “This house is haunted.”

Rosanna came down the hall, joining the two at Mrs. Leeds’ door. Alicia huddled nearby, too frightened to speak a word.

Penny opened the door and groped for the electric switch. As the room was flooded with light, she looked quickly about. Everything was in disorder but that was because Mrs. Leeds had done no straightening or cleaning since her arrival.

Suddenly Penny began to laugh.

“Pray what do you find that is so humorous?” Mrs. Leeds demanded indignantly.

“Bats!” Penny answered, laughing again.

There were four of them blinded by the light, cowering in the corners of the room. Penny opened a window and with Rosanna’s help drove them out into the night.

“They must have come in through an open window,” she said to Mrs. Leeds.

“I didn’t have a window open,” the woman retorted. “I can’t bear to sleep in this room again. Tomorrow I shall move into another. Come Alicia, we’ll sit up until morning in the living room.”

Returning to her own room, Penny listened for the organ music. It had ceased as mysteriously as it had begun. She glanced curiously toward the room occupied by Max Laponi. The door was closed. He alone of the entire household seemed undisturbed by the strange things which went on about him.

“I’d like to know if he really is in his room,” Penny thought.

She hesitated by the door but did not have the courage to try the knob. After a moment she followed Rosanna to their bedroom at the other end of the hall.

Morning found Mrs. Leeds even more upset than upon the previous night. Her eyes were bloodshot, her face sallow, her clothes unpressed. She quarreled with her daughter and ignored Penny and Rosanna. However, when Max Laponi came down the stairs looking as dapper as ever, her attitude instantly changed. She spoke to him in a softer tone.

“We were beginning to wonder if the ghost made off with you last night,” she said archly.

“What ghost?”

“You mean to say you didn’t hear the music?”

“Not a sound,” Laponi told her. “I am a very hard sleeper.”

He seemed disinclined to listen to Mrs. Leeds’ account of all that had transpired, and very shortly drove away in his automobile, ostensibly to have breakfast in a nearby town.

After straightening their room and making the bed, Rosanna and Penny went for a short walk. They sat down by the cliff where they could see the river below, discussing the situation.

“I don’t see that it’s doing a particle of good to stay here,” Rosanna insisted. “I don’t feel right about letting you waste so much time and money.”

Rosanna was thinking of the expensive meals which they bought at Andover. Because her own supply of cash had run so low, Penny paid for everything. Rosanna meant to settle the debt and it steadily grew larger.

“Now don’t worry,” Penny advised kindly. “I’m staying on here largely because I’ve determined to discover the identity of our ghost. Then, too, I can’t bear to see Mrs. Leeds gain what doesn’t belong to her.”

“I’d be glad to stay if I thought it would do the slightest good—”

“I think it will Rosanna. I have a scheme which I intend to try. It will take a few days before we can work things out.”

Penny then explained a part of what was in her mind. She was not certain as to all the details of her plan, but little by little it was taking shape.

After a time the girls walked down to Caleb Eckert’s cabin. He was not at home. They sauntered leisurely back to the house on the cliff.

Neither Mrs. Leeds’ car nor the one belonging to Max Laponi was on the driveway.

“I guess we’re the only ones here this morning,” Penny commented.

They entered by the front door. From the direction of the living room they heard a muffled exclamation of impatience. Signaling for silence, Penny tiptoed toward the velvet curtains which hid the living room from view. She parted them.

Caleb Eckert was working at the dials of a wall safe which had been concealed in a secret panel behind a large oil painting.

Although the girls had made no sound, Caleb sensed their presence. He turned and faced them.

“Why, Mr. Eckert, doesn’t this call for some explanation?” Penny asked in bewilderment. “Surely you have no right to tamper with Mr. Winters’ safe.”

The old man plainly was embarrassed. He moistened his lips, looked away, then said gruffly:

“I didn’t come here to steal. I came because I wanted to protect Mr. Winters’ valuables. There’s folks in this house that I don’t trust.”

“But how does it happen you know the combination of the safe?” Rosanna inquired.

“Mr. Winters gave it to me before he left. You see, he was my best friend. Jacob trusted me.”

“He must have,” cut in a sneering voice from directly behind.

Everyone turned to see Max Laponi standing in the doorway. His sharp little eyes moved swiftly about the room taking in everything. They came to rest upon the wall safe.

Caleb spun the dials. He hastily pressed a concealed button and the picture swung back into place, hiding the safe.

“Neat little device,” Laponi commented dryly. His eyes narrowed. “Trying to steal the Winters’ booty, were you?”

“Certainly not,” Caleb retorted angrily.

Laponi caught him roughly by the shoulder, forcing him back against the wall.

“You know a lot more than you let on,” he accused. “Tell me, is that where old Winters hid his ivory collection?”

“I’ll tell you nothing,” Caleb snapped.

“You’ll tell or I’ll—”

“Mr. Laponi, you’re hurting him!” Rosanna cried.

“Perhaps we should call the police if there’s to be trouble,” Penny added cunningly.

At the mention of police, Laponi instantly released his grip on Caleb. He laughed harshly.

“We’ll let it go this time,” he said, “but I’m warning you, Eckert, stay away from this house and this safe if you know what’s good for you.”

“You might take that advice to yourself, too,” the old man retorted, edging toward the door.

From the window the girls watched him hurry down the path to his own cabin. His departure was almost flight. Obviously, Caleb was afraid.

Penny did not know what to believe. An hour before she would have taken oath that he was strictly honest, devoted to the interests of Jacob Winters. Now she could not be sure.

Max Laponi lingered in the living room. Suspecting that he intended to investigate the wall safe the instant he was alone, Penny and Rosanna settled themselves for a long stay. They pretended to read.

After an hour, Laponi grew tired of the game, and went off, grumbling to himself.

“We outlasted him that time,” Penny chuckled. “However, we’ll have to be on the lookout or he’ll sneak back sometime when we’re gone. I wonder if Mr. Winters did leave his ivory collection in the safe?”

“Laponi seems to think so,” Rosanna commented. “I’m glad he doesn’t know the combination. I distrust him even more than I do Caleb.”

“So do I, but I intend to watch them both,” Penny responded thoughtfully. “I’m convinced there’s a deep plot brewing—something far more sinister than we’ve suspected.”

CHAPTER XI
A Night Adventure

Since taking leave of Mr. Nichols at Mt. Ashland, Penny had received no word from her father. She did not worry actively, yet it was a great relief when later in the afternoon a uniformed messenger boy delivered a telegram into her hand.

“Remain as long as you wish,” her father wired. “Am enjoying good rest here.”

From an upstairs window Mrs. Leeds had noted the arrival of the messenger boy. She came hurrying down to see if the message was for her. While Penny read the communication, the woman eyed her suspiciously.

At last her curiosity could no longer be restrained. She asked carelessly: “I don’t suppose your wire has anything to do with Jacob Winters or the estate?”

“Only indirectly,” Penny responded mischievously.

To avoid further questioning, the girls went outdoors.

“Let’s see if Caleb is at home,” Penny proposed.

They rapped several times upon the door of the cabin and were about to turn away, when the old man opened it.

“Sorry to bother you,” Penny apologized. “I wanted to ask a few more questions about Mr. Winters.”

Caleb looked ill at ease. “Questions!” he fumed. “Well, what is it you want to know this time?”

“Tell me, isn’t there a pipe organ on the third floor of Mr. Winters’ house?”

“Certainly. Jacob was a talented musician. He installed the organ nearly fifteen years ago. But what of it may I ask?”

“We’d like very much to see the organ.”

“Well, why don’t you look at it then?”

“We can’t because the door is locked.”

“Locked?” Caleb seemed surprised. “That’s funny. I didn’t know Mr. Winters ever locked up his conservatory.”

“Then you haven’t a key?” Penny asked.

“Why should I have a key?” Caleb snorted. “You act as if I’m the caretaker of that house. It’s nothing to me what goes on there, except that I don’t like to see folks overrun the place and steal Mr. Winters’ fine things.”

“You needn’t look at us so accusingly,” Rosanna said with surprising spirit. “We wouldn’t take or damage one single thing in that house.”

Caleb’s face softened.

“I didn’t mean to suggest that you would. I believe you two girls aren’t like those others. But you were speaking of the organ. Why are you so interested in it?”

“Because we’ve been hearing music at night,” Penny informed. “It seems to come from that room on the third floor.”

Caleb regarded her in awe. “Then it’s true, the things they say.”

“What things?” Rosanna asked impatiently.

“That the house is haunted. If Mr. Winters really is dead it may be——”

“Nonsense!” Penny cut in. “Rosanna and I don’t believe in ghosts. And what’s more, I doubt if you do, Caleb Eckert! That so-called ghost is a very live one. If you won’t help me, I’ll solve the mystery alone!”

And with this declaration, Penny stalked from the cabin, followed by the faithful Rosanna.

“Perhaps you’ve antagonized him now,” the latter said as they went back to the house on the cliff.

“I don’t care if I have! Caleb knows a great deal more than he pretends. He could help us if he wanted to!”

No one was stirring on the lower floor of the Winters’ house when the girls entered. To Penny it seemed an admirable time to institute a search of the premises.

“We’ll let Mrs. Leeds hunt for the will,” Penny declared, “but we’ll look for something which may prove equally valuable.”

“What?” Rosanna asked curiously.

“A picture of Jacob Winters.”

“I can’t see what good it will do to find one except that I’d like to have a photo of my uncle as a keepsake.”

“If my plans work out I’ll have a more important use for it,” Penny smiled mysteriously.

“I should think we could find one somewhere in the house,” Rosanna declared. “Most people have old photographs stuck around in odd places.”

For nearly an hour the girls poked about in drawers and clothes closets until Rosanna protested that she felt as prying and sneaking as Mrs. Leeds.

“This is in a better cause,” Penny laughed.

“It looks that way to us because it’s my cause,” Rosanna smiled. “Still, I’d never examine private papers or locked drawers.”

Penny made no response for in a lower table drawer she had come upon an old album. She displayed her discovery and page by page the girls went through it, laughing a little at the strange old-fashioned costumes and the stiff poses of the subjects. Names were written under a few of the photographs but Rosanna recognized only one or two as relatives.

“I never knew many of my relation,” she admitted. “If Mrs. Leeds and her daughter are samples, perhaps it’s just as well.”

“The people in this album look nice, Rosanna. I suppose most of them are dead by this time.”

Penny turned a page and stared blankly down at an empty folder.

“Why, here is your uncle’s name,” she cried, indicating a signature at the bottom of the page. “But the photo is gone!”

“Oh, how disappointing.”

“Someone removed the photo, Rosanna. Perhaps deliberately too.”

“What makes you think that?”

“I only said it. I have no evidence of course. Oh, all my plans will be upset if I don’t find the photograph!”

The arrival of Mrs. Leeds cut short the conversation. The girls hastily returned the album to the table drawer but not quickly enough to avoid being detected. Mrs. Leeds triumphantly pounced on the leather bound book.

“Only an old-fashioned album,” she said in disappointment, tossing it aside.

“Did you think it was the will?” Penny chuckled as she and Rosanna departed.

The girls impatiently awaited the coming of night. Penny had determined to make a supreme effort to discover the cause of the mysterious organ music. At first Rosanna had been enthusiastic over the plan but as nightfall approached she tried to dissuade her friend.

“It’s too dangerous,” she insisted. “Please give up the scheme.”

Penny shook her head. She had made up her mind to spend the night on the third floor. Soon after the household retired she intended to steal upstairs and establish herself by the door of the conservatory.

Evening came. At nine Mrs. Leeds and her daughter shut themselves into the bedroom which they had selected since their upsetting experience with bats. At eleven Penny heard Max Laponi’s door close.

She looked out into the hall. It was dark and deserted.

“Please don’t attempt it,” Rosanna shivered. “What if something should happen?”

“I hope it does,” Penny said grimly. “It won’t be any fun to sit up half the night without any purpose. I’ll be disappointed if our ghost fails to provide his usual midnight concert.”

“If anything goes wrong scream for help,” Rosanna urged. “I’ll run for assistance.”

Penny promised. While Rosanna stood at the bedroom door watching, she tiptoed down the hall, past Mrs. Leeds’ room, past Laponi’s chamber to the third floor stairs.

There she hesitated. Without a light the region above looked even more dark and awe-inspiring than she had remembered it.

“Coward!” she accused herself, and quietly went up, leaving the door unlocked behind her.

All was quiet on the third floor. Penny tried the door to the conservatory expecting to find it locked. To her astonishment it opened. The discovery disconcerted her for an instant. A minute later she mustered her courage and stepped inside the room.

In the darkness she could make out objects only vaguely. The organ with its huge pipes occupied one end of the room. Sheet-draped chairs gave everything a ghostly atmosphere not at all conducive to a peaceful state of mind.

After making a brief inspection of her quarters Penny sat down on the floor with her back against the outside door. She riveted her eyes upon the organ.

Time dragged slowly. When it seemed to Penny that several hours must have passed, she heard a clock downstairs striking eleven-thirty.

“At least another half hour to wait,” Penny thought, shifting into a more comfortable position.

She grew drowsy. Several times she caught herself on the verge of napping. She aroused herself only to find her eyes growing heavy again. It became increasingly difficult to watch the organ.

“I wish that ghost would hurry up and come,” she mused impatiently. “Perhaps after all my trouble this won’t be one of his working nights!”

That was the last thought of which she was aware. Suddenly she heard soft organ music rolling and swelling about her. With a start she aroused herself. She had been sleeping.

It took an instant for Penny to gather her wits. She was still sitting with her back to the conservatory door. Yet at the far end of the great room, she distinctly could see a shadowy figure seated at the organ.

Penny scrambled to her feet, starting forward. The floor creaked alarmingly.

Penny halted, but too late. She had given warning of her presence.

The shadowy figure at the organ jerked into alert attention. There was a discordant crash of chords, then silence.

Penny blinked. She thought she had heard a sharp click as if a secret panel had opened and closed. That was all.

And the organist had disappeared.

CHAPTER XII
A Suspicious Act

Penny caught herself shivering. She decided that she had seen quite enough for one night.

She turned toward the door, but with her hand on the brass knob, stood tensely listening. Someone was tiptoeing along the hall. It occurred to her that the mysterious organist might have escaped from the music room by means of a secret panel which opened directly into the adjoining corridor. Even now he could be effecting his escape to the lower floor.

Crouching against the wall, Penny waited. She was startled to hear the footsteps coming closer. Then the door opened a tiny crack and the beam of a flashlight slowly circled the room.

“Penny!” an anxious voice whispered. “Where are you?”

Penny laughed in relief as she reached out to grip Rosanna’s hand.

“Oh! How you startled me!” the girl gasped. “I’m so glad you’re safe, Penny. You stayed up here so long that I was frightened.”

“I had to wait for the ghost.”

“I heard the music,” Rosanna said in awe. “It broke off so suddenly.”

“That was because I frightened the ghost away. At first I thought perhaps I had dreamed it all, but if you heard the music too then it must have been real.”

“It was real enough. But it lasted only a minute or two.”

“When the organist saw me I suspect he slipped out of the room by means of a secret panel,” Penny reported. “But where he went is a mystery. You didn’t see anyone as you came up the stairs to find me?”

“No, I’m sure no one was in the hall, Penny.”

“I’m as certain as anything that this room has a secret entrance. Give me your flashlight and we’ll see what we can discover.”

“Not tonight,” Rosanna shivered, pulling her friend toward the door. “We can come back in the morning.”

“The room may be locked again then.”

“That’s so.”

“Let’s take advantage of the opportunity while we have it.”

Rosanna handed over the flashlight and together they crossed the room to the big organ. They inspected it with interest and Penny ran her fingers lightly over the keys. However, no sound came forth.

“That’s queer,” Rosanna whispered.

“I think someone has to pump air,” Penny said. “It’s probably shut off.”

She next turned her attention to the walls in the immediate vicinity of the organ. She could locate no hidden panel although in one place it seemed to her that when she rapped on a certain sector it emitted a hollow sound.

“It’s too dark to see anything tonight,” Rosanna protested nervously.

“I guess we may as well give it up until morning,” Penny agreed.

The girls stole quietly down the stairs to the lower floor. However, an unpleasant surprise awaited them. As they opened the door into the main passageway they found themselves face to face with Mrs. Leeds and Alicia.

“So I find you here again!” the woman exclaimed. “I suspected before that you girls were at the bottom of these nightly disturbances. Now I have the proof.”

Penny was too annoyed to even try to explain why she had visited the third floor. She would have ignored the woman and passed on to her own room had not Rosanna been so distressed by the ridiculous accusation.

“We’ve had absolutely nothing to do with the queer things which have been going on in this house,” the orphan maintained indignantly.

“Then why were you upstairs at this time of night? Only a minute or two ago Alicia and I heard music.”

“We were trying to learn what caused it, Mrs. Leeds.”

“A likely story!” Alicia said with a toss of her head.

“You may believe it or not, just as you wish,” Penny returned coldly.