“Then we will, too, Belle,” said Bess, quickly. “They shan’t call us cowards, even if we are twins.”
“Come on,” cried Cora gaily. “We must do something or fly to pieces with nerves. Anything is better than sitting still, waiting.”
Back to the bungalow the girls hastened. The hole in the floor was still open, the sliding door having been braced back so it could not be closed by any accident.
“We don’t want to go down there and not be able to get up again,” Cora remarked.
“Shall we tell Mrs. Floyd we’re going to see what we can find?” suggested Belle.
“No,” decided Cora, after a moment’s thought. “She might not want us to until we have Mr. Haight’s permission. We’ll just do this on our own responsibility. We won’t damage the wall any.”
Down the cement steps went the four girls, into the dark passage. The boys had left behind their flashlights and these were carried by Cora and Hazel. The small, but powerful lamps gave a good light.
“Ugh! It’s rather creepy in here,” complained Belle, looking back over her shoulder.
“Don’t be silly!” said Cora, sharply. “Just think of it! We may solve the mystery all by ourselves.”