“Help! Help! Help!”
“It’s Henny!” exclaimed Terry as she and the others recognized the squeaky voice of the aged chaplain. “Dr. Bordmust; and he’s hurt!”
CHAPTER XXIV
The Dean Explains
The mysteriously tolled bell had ceased ringing now. Fascinated, the girls remained at the window looking at the prone black figure of Rev. Dr. Bordmust lying on the edge of the sinister orchard. That the orchard was sinister at least Arden, Sim, and Terry were ready to testify.
The last cry for help from the aged chaplain and the final echo of the tolling bell came together.
“What shall we do, Arden?” murmured Terry.
“We must do something!” insisted Jane.
“Yes, it’s sort of up to us, since we’re here on the scene,” agreed Sim.
“The dean will have to know about this,” suggested Terry.
“But there’s something else to do first,” spoke Arden.