"Eleanor," said Grace quickly, "I have found the bazaar money that was stolen Thanksgiving night."
"Found it!" exclaimed Eleanor incredulously. "Where?"
"At the old haunted house," replied Grace.
Then she rapidly narrated the story of her walk, her curiosity as to the light, and the sight that it had revealed to her.
Eleanor and her aunt listened without interrupting.
"When I saw him put the money away and leave the house, I felt that he wouldn't try it again until daylight, so I came straight here," Grace continued. "If you will take your run-about down to the road where it runs near to the house, you and I can easily get the box and carry it to the machine. It will take two of us, because it's very heavy. I know I can find the secret of the panel, but we shall have to break open the door of the cupboard. I am not afraid, and, somehow, Eleanor, I felt that you would have plenty of the right brand of courage."
"I am not afraid," responded Eleanor, flushing at Grace's words, "but I know I should never have displayed the courage that you have. I should never have dared dashing up to a haunted house to investigate uncanny lights."
"My dear child," exclaimed Miss Nevin, "do you suppose that I would allow you two slips of girls to prowl around that old house alone, on a night like this?"
"Miss Nevin," Grace's voice rose in its earnestness, "we must get that money to-night, even if I have to go back there alone. It belongs to us, and we simply can't let it slip through our fingers."
"And so you shall get it," was the answer, "but with John, the coachman, for a bodyguard."