The phantom violin

A Mystery Story for Girls
By ROY J. SNELL
The Reilly & Lee Co. Chicago
COPYRIGHT 1934 BY THE REILLY & LEE CO. PRINTED IN THE U. S. A.
“Flo—Florence! They saw me!”
The little French girl, Petite Jeanne, sprang noiselessly through the cabin door. Then, as if to keep someone out, closed the door and propped herself against it. “They saw me!” she repeated in a whisper. “And they—I believe they thought me a ghost. I’m sure it was so. I heard one of them, he said ‘ghost.’ I heard him!” Jeanne clasped and unclasped her slender fingers.
“Who saw you?” Florence stared at her through the dim light of the moon that came straying through the narrow window.
“Yes. Who saw you?” came from somewhere above them.
“The men.” Jeanne was growing calmer. “There were two of them. They saw me. They had tied their boat to the wreck. They were going to do something. I am sure of that. Then they saw me and acted very much afraid. And then—”
“You do look like a ghost,” Florence broke in. “In that white dressing gown with your golden hair flying in the moonlight, you look just like a ghost. And I suppose you popped right up out of the hatch like a ghost!” She laughed in spite of herself.
“But these men—” her tone sobered. “What were they doing here at this time of the night?”
“That?” said Jeanne. “How is one to know? They rattle chains. They see me, then Old Dizzy lets out one of his terrible screams, and they are gone!”