“No. I’m for a nap. Riding always makes me drowsy.”
“I’m with you, Terry,” announced Sim. “Come on.”
She led the way upstairs, where she and Terry changed from riding clothes to lounging pajamas. But Arden donned a polo coat and low-heeled shoes and started out.
“Don’t you want my car?” sleepily called Sim, lolling on her bed.
“No, I’m going to walk, thank you.”
She was on her way, though she scarcely realized it, to the beginning of another strange mystery.
CHAPTER IV
Seeing the Dead
Arden felt sure there must be some historical books in the town library that would throw light on the legends of Jockey Hollow. By studying these legends, Arden decided, she might strike a clue to the traditions that had built up the Sycamore Hall ghost stories.
Hurrying to the library, determined to get at that angle without delay, she was disappointed when she saw a girl standing at the entrance and shaking the heavy door handle to make sure it was locked.
“That must be Dick’s sister, Betty,” she decided. “He said she worked in the library. But why is she closing it so early?”