“We thank you very much, Padre,” replied Florence. “We shall come over to visit your church again. A muy buenas tardes buenas tardes.”
“Buenas tardes, señoritas.” With a bow the padre continued on his way.
“Too bad we couldn’t get any help from him,” Jo Ann remarked after he had passed out of hearing distance. “It certainly is hard to find out anything about that old church. Let’s go now and look at the back of the house and try to figure out a way to fasten the rope.”
They crossed the street and stood gazing intently at the back wall of the house.
“It looks as if we’ll have to tie the rope to the iron bars of that window in the back room,” declared Jo Ann finally. “You see the top of it is almost on a level with that narrow opening that we’ve been calling the mysterious window.”
“But how’re you going to get the rope from that back window to the opening?” queried Florence.
“Oh, Jo thinks she’s a fly or a scorpion and can crawl across the wall,” cut in Peggy.
Ignoring Peggy’s remark, Jo Ann continued, “We’ll fasten the rope securely to the iron bars in that window; then I’ll drop down to the opening as I did before. I believe by sticking my fingers in the crevices of the rough plaster I can pull myself across the wall near enough to the window to catch hold of the rope.”
“It’s mighty high up there,” said Florence, “and that looks like a difficult thing to do.”
“Those bars are absolutely the only thing to which it can be fastened,” replied Jo Ann. “By standing in the loop on the end of the rope it won’t be as difficult as it looks.”