"I—can't tell," Jane replied. "Pass around the turn into the linen room. We can reach the stairs that way."
"Not—going up alone!" breathed Judith.
"Why not? It's some lark of the girls, you may be sure, and I'm going to find out what it is now."
"But it's dark," cautioned Judith.
"I have my flash. Listen!"
"Oh," groaned Judith, clutching Jane's arm, for a rattling of something like chains was now distinctly audible.
"Hush!" breathed Jane, laying her fingers lightly on the door knob of the boxed in stairway. The next moment there was a crash and both girls darted up the stairs.
"It was over that way!" insisted Judith, but in the darkness, with nothing but Jane's flash to guide them, it was impossible to tread safely through the attic, which was stored with all sorts of discarded materials.
"Wait a minute," whispered Jane, her heart pounding and nerves almost jumping.
They stood breathless, but not a move answered the silence.