“S-sh-h-h!” Terry hissed, and she went to the window.
The scene below was flooded with moonlight. The sandy stretch, so clear and unbroken, could not possibly hide a marauder. Terry was hoping to see the intruder make a dash for the safety of the garage shadow.
“Look!” she whispered to the girls. “It’s a woman!”
Arden and Sim dashed to the window just in time to witness the flight of someone, who, they did not know, in the bright moonlight. The figure was oddly distorted both by the light and the height from which they were looking.
“Who?” Arden asked cryptically.
Terry shrugged in reply. The figure ran swiftly and was almost instantly lost to sight in the shadow of the garage.
“There’s nothing we can do now,” Terry remarked. “And there’s no use waking Mother. She’d only worry.”
“Perhaps we had better tell Chief Reilly in the morning,” Arden suggested. “Isn’t it something new, having burglars around here?”
“I never heard of one before. I didn’t think they ever came down here,” Terry remarked. They were still looking out toward the garage.
“But this could hardly have been an ordinary prowler,” Sim reminded them. “We may as well go back to bed. She surely won’t come back, whoever she was.”