“His younger brother married a girl of whom the Blair family did not approve. Guess she was all right, but came from poor kind of folks. And when the younger Blair died they lost trace of his wife and a baby girl they had. Funny thing,” added Mark. “That baby’s name was Bertha—Bertha Blair. When I told the superintendent something about your looking for such a girl because of a law case, he was much interested. If you go over there again to the sending station, tell the superintendent all about her, Miss Jessie.”
“I certainly will,” promised the Roselawn girl. “But we haven’t even found Bertha yet, and we are not sure she is here.”
Darry and the others had entered the grounds 190 surrounding the stock farm buildings and they were gone some time. When they came back even Amy seemed despondent.
“I guess we were fooled, Jess,” she said. “There is nobody here—not even a caretaker. I guess what we heard over the radio that time was a hoax.”
“I don’t believe it!” declared Jessie. “I just feel that Bertha Blair, little Henrietta’s cousin, is somewhere here.”
“And maybe she can’t get away,” said Henrietta. “I’d like to help Bertha run away from that fat woman.”
“Let’s take the kid in and let her call,” suggested Burd.
“Sure you didn’t see any aerial, Darry?” Mark asked, showing increased interest in the matter.
“Not a sign,” said Drew, shaking his head.
“That tower––”