“Yes! Yes! I must! Who’s coming?”
She rushed madly to the cellar-door, with Lily at her heels; and Florence, Alice and Daisy followed. A moment later she opened the door and turned her flash-light into the darkness.
The cellar was absolutely empty!
“There! Listen! What’s that noise?—that rattle?” she demanded, as they descended the steps.
“The spirit saying farewell,” suggested Alice, half in earnest.
But Marjorie stored the impression away in her brain, deciding to account for it later.
Bravely, but with the revolver in full evidence, they searched every corner of the cellar, and, finding nothing, returned to the rest-room where refreshments were hastily being served. The whole party seemed anxious to get away.
“You surely won’t go on with your plan for tomorrow night?” asked Mrs. Munsen of Marjorie.
“I surely will!” replied the girl, determinedly. “And I think I am going to find out something!”
She had come to the conclusion that the rattle she had heard as she entered the cellarway was the result of the closing of the outside cellar-door—and the agency a human hand!