“I’m all right,” she said shakily. “But I’ve done enough investigating for one night!”
“What frightened you so?”
“I’ll tell you later.”
They lost no time in returning to the lower floor. Down the hall, Mrs. Leeds’ door had opened. A light flashed on.
“What is going on here?” Mrs. Leeds demanded, emerging into the hallway. “Such a house I never saw! First it’s music—then a scream! It’s enough to send one into hysterics.”
Penny and Rosanna could not refrain from smiling, for Mrs. Leeds looked ridiculous in her curlers which were sticking out from her head at all angles. Before they could answer, Alicia joined her mother.
“I should think you could go to your room and let folks sleep!” she said irritably. “You’ve been running up and down the hall all night.”
“You’re wrong there,” Penny returned. “This is the first time Rosanna or I have stirred from our room. We got up to investigate the mysterious music.”
“Then you heard it too?” Mrs. Leeds breathed in awe. “I thought perhaps I had imagined that part of it.”
“No, you heard music all right,” Penny told her grimly.