“No!” replied Marjorie. “Take us home while we tell you the story. Then you can come back and search, if you like.”
“Suppose John takes you home, and I go in with the revolver?” suggested her brother.
“No! No!” pleaded Ethel, very near to hysterics now. “Nobody must go in alone. And I want to get away! Oh, please—”
“Certainly,” said John, sympathetically, as he helped the girls into the car.
But when the boys returned, half an hour later, they found, just as they had expected, no traces of any living creature in the cellar, or in fact in any part of the house.
CHAPTER XV
THE PICNIC SUPPER
When the boys drove Marjorie and Ethel into the yard of the Harris house, they found everything absolutely quiet. The doors were still locked, the occupants evidently still asleep.
“Have you a key?” asked John of the girls.
“No, not with us,” replied Ethel. “But we’re going to wake everybody up anyhow. They’ll surely want to hear what happened.”
“Just wait till Marie Louise hears about it!” said Marjorie, now able to laugh at the incident. “My, but she’ll hold it over us!”