“We’ve got it,” grinned Scoop, “but we don’t know how to work it.”
“Um.… Let me git a whack at it.”
“We’ll bring it over to-morrow.”
“You didn’t find any money ’long with the puzzle?”
“Not a penny.”
The old man scratched his head.
“They may be money hid, all right. Fur, as Miz Kelly says, the old man was rich.… I’m goin’ to have another look at that Bible.”
Headed up the river, we presently came to the new Woodlawn Bay Hotel, which is the up-to-date resort that put the old Windmere House out of business. For summer guests preferred the new hotel. Unable to make it pay, the old hotel closed up. That was six-seven years ago.
Another mile and we came to the rotting pier of the shut-up Windmere House. Here things looked deserted and gloomy. The barn-like building [[204]]stared back at us with its three tiers of window eyes. I dreaded to enter. And speculating in my mind on its hidden dangers, I went sort of shivery in the knees.
We tied the launch to the pier.