Aid from Michael
"What's the matter, Penny?" cried Mr. Nichols as he opened the door of
his room. "Are you having nightmares?"
"Dad, someone broke into the cottage!" she told him tensely. "When I
stepped out into the hall he ran away. I saw him disappear into the
woods."
By this time the detective was thoroughly awake.
"Are you sure, Penny?"
"Of course I am! I didn't imagine it this time and it wasn't someone
after a drink either!"
"Let me get dressed," said her father. "Then I'll look around."
Penny ran back to her own room. She was amazed that Mrs. Masterbrook
and Michael had not been aroused. In the next room she could hear the
housekeeper snoring contentedly. There seemed no reason to awaken her.
Penny quickly dressed and was ready first.
"We'll take a look around the place," Mr. Nichols said, "but it's
probably too late to catch the prowler."
"Yes, he'll be a long way from here by this time," Penny agreed.
Armed with a flashlight, they slipped outside and after making a tour
of the house walked as far as the edge of the timber. They found no
one.
"It's no use going on," the detective declared. "We'd never catch the
fellow now. He may have been a tramp who noticed that our door was
unlocked."
"I wonder if Michael Haymond is in his room?" Penny asked abruptly.
"Why wouldn't he be?"
"It seems odd he didn't awaken with me screaming all over the place."
"Mrs. Masterbrook slept through it," Mr. Nichols replied.
"Just the same I'm curious to know if Michael is in his room. Dad, why
don't you----"
"Penny, I'll not do it," the detective interrupted. "I like that young
man and I'm not going to barge into his room in the middle of the night
and ask him a lot of stupid questions."
"All right," Penny returned with a sigh. "But how easy it would be
just to peep in the door and see if he's there."
"I'll not do that either," replied Mr. Nichols. "You may have been
mistaken about the prowler. You've taken such an imaginative turn this
summer."
"Thanks, Dad," Penny drawled. She added mischievously: "Let me know
when you've found the owner of the toy lantern."
"There's good common sense behind my theory," said Mr. Nichols
seriously. "Inspector Harris seems to think I'm on the wrong track but
I have a hunch----"
"In that case you should be generous with your daughter," Penny
laughed. "She has a hunch too."
"We'll call a truce," Mr. Nichols smiled. "You're free to trace down
all the mystery you can find at Kendon providing that you don't ask me
to discharge Michael."
"Seriously, Dad, I think something is going on here that would bear
investigation," Penny said soberly. "I'd like to delve into it but I
need a sympathetic helper."
"I'm sorry, Penny, but I haven't time to play around."
"I didn't mean you at all, Dad," Penny laughed. "I was thinking about
Susan Altman. Would you mind if I invited her down here for a few
days?"
"Go ahead if you like. She'll be company for you while I'm working on
the Kirmenbach case."
"I'll send a letter right away," Penny declared eagerly.
The next morning after writing to her friend she walked down to the
village to post the letter. Dropping in at the grocery store for a
loaf of bread she deliberately drew the genial owner into conversation,
seeking information regarding Herman Crocker.
"I feel rather sorry for him," she remarked. "I'm sure that he hasn't
enough money to feed himself and his grandson properly."
"Don't you worry about that," replied the storekeeper with a quick
laugh. "Old Herman has more money than anyone in this town. He
inherited plenty when his sister Jennie died in the East. Herman was
her only heir, and when he dies the money probably will go to his
grandson, Perry."
"Doesn't Mr. Crocker have any other living relatives?" Penny
questioned. She was thinking of Walter Crocker.
"Not to my knowledge," answered the storekeeper. "The Crocker family
has just about died out."
Penny paid for the bread and walked slowly back toward the cottage.
She glanced curiously at the Crocker homestead as she passed it, but as
usual the blinds were drawn and the place seemed deserted.
"How unhappy Perry must be there," she thought. "He should go to
school and have playmates his own age. I can't see why someone doesn't
take an interest in his welfare."
During the next two days Penny found time heavy upon her hands. Mr.
Nichols frequently was absent from the cottage and Mrs. Masterbrook and
Michael proved very poor company. The housekeeper talked entirely too
much about nothing while Michael scarcely spoke a word unless Penny
asked him a direct question.
On the afternoon of the second day, for want of another occupation,
Penny wandered up to the attic to look around once more.
"If I really mean to learn anything about Herman Crocker I'll have to
examine those letters," she reflected. "I don't know whether to do it
or not."
Penny opened the trunk and noticed that the layer of clothing had been
disturbed. She did not remember having left the garments so
carelessly. She refolded the clothes and then felt down in the bottom
of the trunk for the packet of letters. It did not seem to be there.
Not until Penny had removed all the clothing piece by piece could she
realize that the letters were gone. The only papers remaining in the
trunk were old receipts for bills paid. Many of them were stamped tax
statements.
"Someone has taken the letters," she told herself. "How foolish I was
not to examine them when I had a chance."
Penny could only speculate upon what had become of the missing packet.
She did not believe that Herman Crocker had taken the letters, for to
her knowledge he had not returned to the cottage since his first visit.
It was possible that the night prowler had opened the trunk, but a more
likely supposition seemed to be that Mrs. Masterbrook had decided to
get more "inside information."
"That woman is a natural born snooper," the girl thought. "She knew
that Herman Crocker was up here in the attic too, so it's quite
possible she took the letters after he went away."
Although she was disappointed, Penny did not believe that the missing
letters had contained anything of vital significance. It was logical
to assume that had they served as damaging evidence against Herman
Crocker, the man would have destroyed them upon his visit to the attic.
As Penny was reflecting upon the problem, the stairway door opened and
Mrs. Masterbrook called her name.
"There's someone here to see you!" the housekeeper reported.
Penny was annoyed at having been caught in the attic. She had not
known that Mrs. Masterbrook was anywhere about the premises. It was
just another proof that nothing seemed to escape the vigilant eye of
the woman.
"I'll be there in a minute," Penny said.
She closed the lid of the trunk, wiped her dusty hands and went quickly
down the stairs. Reaching the front door, she gave a cry of amazed
delight.
"Susan Altman!"
"I thought you'd be surprised," laughed the other girl, as Penny gave
her a welcome hug. "When your letter arrived I didn't stop to debate.
I just jumped on the train and came."
"I'm tickled pink!" Penny declared slangily. "When you didn't write, I
had started to believe you weren't coming. But why did you walk from
town? Why didn't you telephone?"
"I didn't know you had one."
"Oh, yes, we have all the modern conveniences," laughed Penny. "You
must be dead tired. Come on in."
"I'm not a bit tired," Susan insisted, "but I'd like to wash a few of
the cinders out of my eyes. Such a dirty old train."
"Let me take your suitcase," cried Penny.
The girls went inside and while Susan freshened herself from the
journey, they talked as fast as they could.
"What's all this mystery you wrote me about?" Susan asked in an
undertone. "Who is Mrs. Masterbrook, and where is that old house you
mentioned?"
"You'll hear all about it," Penny promised eagerly. "But let's wait
until we're away from the cottage."
"Even the walls have ears?" laughed Susan.
"No, but our housekeeper has," Penny replied.
The girls soon left the cottage, walking down by the ravine where they
would be alone. Penny told her chum everything that had happened since
she and her father had arrived at Kendon. Susan did not feel that her
friend had placed an imaginative interpretation upon any of the events.
"I'm glad you're in sympathy with me," Penny laughed. "I'm hoping that
together we may be able to help little Perry Crocker. And
incidentally, we might stumble into a mystery which would rival Dad's
toy lantern case."
"You know I want to help," said Susan eagerly. "But I'm an awful dub.
I never have any ideas."
"I'm a little short of them myself just now," Penny admitted. "But
first we'll go down to the Crocker place. I'm anxious for you to meet
the main characters of our melodrama."
"I think I noticed the house on the way up the hill," Susan replied.
"Is it that ancient, vine-covered mansion?"
"Yes, Mrs. Masterbrook told me Old Herman moved in there after his
sister died. He used to live in this cottage."
"And where is this young man named Michael Haymond?"
"I don't know what became of him," Penny admitted. "He should be
somewhere around."
"Is he good looking?"
"You would ask that," teased Penny. "No, Michael isn't handsome, but
he's nice."
"You said in your letter that you thought he might be a crook----"
"Well, he acted mysteriously at first," Penny said defensively. "But
after you get to know him, he seems like anyone else, only he's very
reserved."
"Perhaps Mr. Crocker will turn out that way."
"I don't think so," Penny smiled. "He's really an eccentric character.
Do you mind walking down Knob Hill?"
"Not at all. I need a little exercise."
The distance between the cottage and Mr. Crocker's house was only a
quarter of a mile. Penny intended to use as a pretext for calling upon
the old man that she wished to buy more eggs. However, as the girls
drew near the mansion they saw Mr. Crocker's car coming down the lane.
"There goes Herman now!" Penny exclaimed. "And Perry is with him."
The car reached the end of the lane and turned down the main road
toward Kendon.
"Well, it looks as if I'll not get to meet the old gentleman after
all," commented Susan.
"No, but this will be a good time to see the house at close range.
With Mr. Crocker away, we can look around as much as we please."
As the girls walked on up the lane Penny told Susan about the
automobile which she had seen parked in Mr. Crocker's barn.
"What do you think became of the owner?" asked Susan. "You're not
intimating that Walter Crocker never went back to the city?"
"I've asked myself that question a great many times. I know that Mr.
Crocker's nephew came here to claim an inheritance, yet the people of
Kendon are under the impression that Old Herman has no living relatives
except Perry."
"You're making a very serious accusation against Mr. Crocker."
"Oh, I'm not saying that he had anything to do with his nephew's
disappearance," Penny said quickly. "I'm just speculating about it.
For that matter, I'd not tell anyone else my thoughts."
"It wouldn't be wise----" Susan began.
Her words ended in a gasp of alarm for at that moment Mr. Crocker's
hound came around the corner of the house. Both girls stopped short.
"Rudy is vicious!" Penny warned. "And he's been left unchained."
"Let's get away from here."
The girls turned and started hurriedly back down the lane, but the
hound had made up his mind that they were intruders. With a low growl
he leaped toward them.
"Run!" cried Susan in terror.
Instead of fleeing, Penny stooped to snatch up a stick. Rudy sprang at
her, and the force of his powerful body knocked her to the ground.
Susan screamed in terror.
Help was closer at hand than either of the girls suspected. A man had
been crouching behind the hedge. As Penny struggled to regain her
feet, he came running toward her. It was Michael Haymond.