“It must be a fake, Linda,” she said.
“It can’t be,” replied the other. “Because it moved. I saw the hands move, and I’m almost positive the eyes followed me!”
“No wonder the poor girl was so terrified. Remember that first night in the hospital?”
“Yes. The thing frightened me, I can assure you, Dot. And yet I feel that I’ve got to get to the bottom of it all. It fascinates, too, but it terrifies me.”
“What terrifies you, Miss Carlton?” asked a voice behind them.
“You do!” replied Linda, laughingly, as she turned about to see Mike O’Malley grinning at her.
“Well, I didn’t mean to,” he apologized. “But will you forgive me and tell me all about the hunt, and winning that marvelous prize?”
“Of course,” agreed Linda, and she proceeded to relate the story, even including Mrs. Fishberry’s reappearance.
“Did you get her address, when she took Amy away?” he asked.
“No, I tried, but Mrs. Fishberry wouldn’t give it—said she hadn’t a permanent one, only a hotel in Chicago.”