“I hope not,” said Sim.
And Sim’s wish came true, as is evidenced in the succeeding volume of this series to be called: Missing at Marshlands. That will be another Arden Blake mystery story.
“Well, mystery or no mystery, I think it’s time we all went to bed,” said Dorothy after much talk.
Harry looked at his watch. He held it up for the girls to see. The hour was past midnight.
“Merry Christmas!” he cried.
“Merry Christmas!” echoed the girls.
Dorothy, with a characteristic mischievous gleam in her eyes, put a bit of the “mistletoe” in her hair. And then, waving her hand at Harry, she ran upstairs.
“I’ll catch you sometime!” laughed Harry.
And then, while faintly from the churches came the peal of the Christmas chimes, the girls said goodnight to their visitor and to one another.
So was solved the secret of Jockey Hollow.