“It was sort of scarey down where I was too, Kit. Listen! I have the most astonishing news!”
In a few terse sentences she then told her chum all she had overheard.
“Why, the mean old scamp!” Kitty exclaimed. “So you think he is after their money?”
“I’m sure of it.”
“Do you suppose they have a lot?”
“I don’t know, but I should think so. This house must be worth plenty.”
Kitty and Doris were both ignorant of real estate values and did not know that if Locked Gates were placed upon the auction block, it would bring only a comparatively small sum. The house was not modern and had fallen into a general state of dilapidation.
“At least, I’m pretty sure that man isn’t my cousin,” Doris declared, “although Henry Sully did call him Trent.”
“I knew there was something wrong with that man the minute I saw him,” Kitty insisted.
Doris had finished undressing and slipped into bed. Wags snuggled down between the girls and they permitted him to remain, for his presence made them less afraid of the unseen dangers of the old mansion.