“We may as well turn in too,” Penny suggested. “The mountain air makes one drowsy.”
Both girls were soon sound asleep. However, sometime later Penny was awakened by the sound of footsteps in the hall. She thought little of it, and rolling over, tried to go to sleep again. Suddenly she heard soft music from above.
She sat up in bed, listening. A strain of a famous opera resounded through the room, rising in volume, then falling away. Penny knew that she was not imagining it. She nudged her companion who quickly awakened.
“Do you hear the same thing I do?”
Rosanna clutched the sheets more tightly about her.
“Ghost music,” she whispered in awe.
“It sounds like pipe organ music coming from a long distance away,” Penny whispered. “I’m going to find out!”
Before Rosanna could prevent it, she stole from bed and swiftly tiptoed to the door.
CHAPTER VIII
The Ivory Collection
Penny quietly opened the bedroom door, peering out into the long dark hall. She could hear the music distinctly. It seemed to be coming from almost directly overhead.