There was no use looking elsewhere for the parcel—I knew Vicky well enough to know that she would do exactly as she had said. Or, since she hadn't, I was sure that she would not have left that parcel in any other hiding-place.
I put the flashlight back in my pocket, and started downstairs.
Slowly I descended, for I still felt a little uncertain what to do. Should I wait for a short time, or go back home and return again later?
I reached the foot of the stairs, and concluded to go home, and then think out my next step.
As I passed the living-room door, I heard a low voice whisper my name.
I turned sharply. In the doorway, I could dimly discern a cloaked figure. "Hush!" she said, softly, and beckoned to me.
It was Vicky Van!
CHAPTER XIII
FLEMING STONE
Vicky had said "Hush!" but it was an unnecessary precaution, for I was too stunned to articulate. I peered at her in the darkness and then, unable to control my desire for certainty I flashed my little pocket light on her for an instant.