“But why should Aunt Cal be going around the house with a candle? There are plenty of lamps and they’re always filled.”
No one answered. The light was moving from window to window now. “Sandy,” said Eve, faintly, “I don’t believe it’s Aunt Cal at all!”
“It looks to me,” remarked Michael, “as if there was somebody in the house that didn’t want to be seen.”
“You mean a burglar?” I cried. “Oh, Eve, we left the back door wide open. And there’s the silver in the dining room chest——”
“Guess I’d better have a look,” remarked Michael abruptly, starting down the steps.
“Oh, do you think you’d better?” asked Eve anxiously. “S’pose he has a gun or something!”
Michael did not say “Pooh!” but the set of his shoulders suggested the word as he strode toward the hedge. He cleared it with one leap and disappeared from sight in the direction of Aunt Cal’s back door.
“Come on,” I said, trying to sound cool and collected. “I’m not afraid!”
“Of course not,” agreed Eve, giving me her hand.
We reached the path where we had been sitting just a few moments before. The mysterious light had disappeared, there was no sound anywhere.