“Shucks!” cried Mike, in dismay. “There’s something queer about this business! That fish is crooked, if I know what I’m talking about. How about that home in Montana she talked about the first time? And why didn’t she mention this place before, if she had a key, and could get in?— Miss Carlton, if you care for Amy, I think you’d better go after her— I’d—like to help you.”
“Yes, I believe you’re right, Mike,” agreed Linda. “Only I don’t know just what to do.”
“Let’s fly over to the place to-morrow,” suggested Dot. “We could go right from here, instead of going home to Green Falls first.”
“It suits me,” agreed Linda. It was just what she was wanting, yet dreading to do.
“May I trail along after you in my Ford?” asked Mike.
“Yes, indeed,” replied Linda. “I’d love to have you. And will you bring some tools, so that we can force our way into that tower, if it is necessary? I suspect trouble there.”
“You’re really going to dare that?” demanded Dot.
“Dare what?” demanded Mike.
Linda and Dot exchanged whimsical glances. “You wait and see,” said Linda. “If we get into that tower, I’ll show you the strangest sight you ever laid your eyes on!”
“Then,” asserted the boy, “we’ll get in, if we have to scale the walls! I’m always out for strange stories for the Star.”