Part 24 (1/2)

”Where do you suppose this leads?” Louise gasped.

”Maybe to the house,” Penny speculated. ”I know lots of these old places had escapes made so that in time of war or Indian attacks, the householders could get away. Never heard of a tunnel opening into a well though!”

The bricked pa.s.sageway was so low that for the first twelve feet the girls were forced to crawl on hands and knees. Gradually, the tunnel deepened until they were able to walk in a stooped position.

”We're coming to the end of it,” Penny presently announced.

Directly in front of her was a heavy door which showed the effects of age. It did not move easily, but together, the girls were able to swing it open.

”Where in the world are we?” Louise murmured in perplexity.

Penny flashed her light directly ahead. A series of four steps led down from the tunnel into an empty room which barely was six feet across. So far as she could see it had no exit.

”It looks as if we're at the end of the trail,” Louise remarked in disappointment.

”This must be part of the Marborough house,” Penny declared, descending the steps into the tiny room.

”But there's no way out of it except through the tunnel!”

”There must be if we can find it,” Penny insisted.

Wandering about the room she began to explore the walls, and Louise followed her example. Their search was rewarded, for presently they discovered a small bra.s.s k.n.o.b embedded in the rough board paneling. Penny pulled on it and a section of wall slid back.

”Now we're really in the Marborough house!” she whispered excitedly. ”The bas.e.m.e.nt, I think.”

Stepping through the opening, the girls made no sound as they tiptoed around in the dark, damp room. Penny's flashlight revealed that the walls had been boarded over, but there was no solid foundation beneath their feet, only a hard dirt floor. A steep stairway led up from the bas.e.m.e.nt.

”Do you suppose Mrs. Marborough is here?” Penny whispered, listening.

There was no sound from above.

”Shall we go upstairs, or back the way we came?” she asked her chum.

”Let's risk being caught,” Louise decided after a moment's hesitation.

”I'd rather be sent to jail for house breaking than to climb into that well again.”

Huddling together, the girls crept up the stairway. The landing was blocked by another door. Penny tested it, and finding it unlocked, pushed it gently open. Again they listened.

”The coast is clear,” Louise whispered. ”I'm sure Mrs. Marborough isn't here.”

Penny stepped across the threshold, tense with antic.i.p.ation. Ever since Mrs. Marborough's arrival in Riverview she had longed to see the interior of the grand old mansion. And now, through a strange quirk of adventure, her ambition was to be gratified.

Slowly she allowed the flashlight beam to play over the walls of the room. There were several pictures in ma.s.sive gold frames, leading her to think that she had entered a library or living room. Systematically, she continued to move the light about in search of furniture. So far as she could see there was none.

”The room is empty!” Louise whispered at her elbow.

A board squeaked beneath their weight as the girls tiptoed to a doorway opening into a still larger room.

”This must be the living room,” Penny decided, observing a beautiful, circular stairway which rose to the second floor.