THEY LOSE A BOARDER
Harris had something beside a square and determined jaw. He had muscular
arms and he looked just then as though he were ready to use them. Spink
gave him no provocation.
He fumbled in his pocket and brought out a key.
"Is this the one, Miss 'Phemie?" asked the young fellow.
The girl stepped forward, and in the lamplight from the bedroom doorway
identified the key of the green door--with its tag attached.
"All right, then. Go to your room, Professor," said Harris. "Unless you
want him for something further, Miss 'Phemie?"
"My goodness me! No!" cried 'Phemie. "I never want to see him again."
The professor was already aiming for the stairs, and he quickly
disappeared. Harris turned to the still shaking girl.
"What's it all about, Miss 'Phemie?" he asked.
"That's what I'd really like to know myself," she replied, eagerly. "He is
after something----"
"So my father says," interposed Harris. "Father says Spink has something
hidden--or has made some discovery--up there in the rocks."
"I don't know whether he really has found what he has been looking for----"
"And that is?" suggested Harris.
"I wish we knew!" cried 'Phemie. "But we don't. At least, _I_ don't--nor
does Lyddy. But he tried to buy the farm of Aunt Jane once--only he
offered a very small price.
"He has been hanging around here for months trying to find something. He
got into the old offices to-night, and tried to break into grandfather's
desk----"
Harris nodded thoughtfully.
"We want to look into this," he said. "I hope you and your sister will
not refuse my aid. This Spink may be more of a knave than a fool. Now, go
back to bed and--and assure Miss Lyddy that I will be only too glad to
help 'thwart the villain'--if he really has some plan to better himself at
your expense."
'Phemie picked up her quilt, locked the green door, and returned to her
room. Throughout all the excitement Lyddy had slept; but 'Phemie's coming
to bed aroused her.
The younger girl was too shaken by what had transpired to hide her
excitement, and Lyddy quickly was broad awake listening to 'Phemie's
story. The latter told all that had happened, including her experiences
on the night they had come to Hillcrest. There was no sleep for the
two girls just then--not, at least, until they had discussed Professor
Spink and the secret of the rocks at the back of the farm, from every
possible angle.
"I shall tell him that his absence will be better appreciated than his
company--at once!" declared Lyddy, finally.
"But sending him away isn't going to explain the mystery," wailed 'Phemie.
In the morning, before many of the other boarders were astir, the two
girls caught the oily professor just starting off with a handbag.
"You'd better get the remainder of your baggage ready to go too, sir,"
said Lyddy, sharply, "for we don't want you here."
"It's packed, young lady," returned Professor Spink, with a sneer. "I
shall send a man for it from the hotel in town."
"Well, _that's_ all right," quoth the girl, warmly. "You've paid your
board in advance, and I cannot complain. But I would like to have you
explain what your actions last night mean?"
"I don't know what you are talking about. I heard people moving about the
house and--naturally--I went to see----"
"Oh, you story-teller!" gasped 'Phemie.
"Ha! I can see that you have both made up your minds not to believe me,"
said the odd boarder, haughtily. "Good-morning!"
"I honestly believe we ought to get a warrant out and have him arrested,"
observed the older girl, thoughtfully.
"What for? I don't believe he took anything," said 'Phemie.
"Well! he was trying to break into grandfather's desk, just the same,"
said Lyddy, and then Harris Colesworth joined them.
Now, Lyddy believed that this young man was altogether too prone to
meddle with other people's affairs; yet ever since the Widow Harrison's
vendue she had been more friendly with Harris.
And now when he began to talk about the professor and his strange actions
over night, she could only thank the young chemist for his assistance.
"Of course, we have no idea that that man took anything," she concluded.
"But you know that he is after _something_. There is a mystery about his
actions--both here at the house and up there in the rocks," said Harris.
"Well--ye-es."
"I have been talking to father about it. Father has seen him wandering
about there so much. His anxiety not to be seen has piqued father's
curiosity, too. To tell the truth, that is what has kept father so much
interested in getting specimens up yonder," and the young man laughed.
"He tells me that he is sure there can be no great mineral wealth on the
farm; yet Spink has found, or is trying to find, some deposit of value
here----"
"Do tell him about the bottles, Lyd!" cried 'Phemie.
"Oh, well, that may be nothing----"
"What bottles?" demanded Harris, quickly. "Come on, girls, why not take me
fully into your confidence? I might be of some use, you know."
"But they were nothing but bottles of water," objected Lyddy.
"Bottles of water?" repeated the young chemist, slowly. "Who had them?"
"Spink," replied 'Phemie.
"What was he doing with them?"
She told him how they had watched the professor with his inexplicable
water bottles.
"Foolish; isn't it?" asked Lyddy.
"Sure--until we get the clue to it. Foolish to us, but mighty important
to Professor Spink. Therefore we ought to look into it. Father doesn't
know anything about this bottle business."
"Well, it's Sunday," sighed 'Phemie. "We can't do anything about the
mystery to-day."
But her sister was fully roused, and when Lyddy determined on a thing,
something usually came of it.
After breakfast, and after she had seen Lucas and his mother and Sairy
drive past on their way to chapel, she put on her sunbonnet and started
boldly for the neighboring farm, determined to have an interview with
Cyrus Pritchett.