“Possibly–a little later. But was your aunt a delicate woman, with iron gray hair, and rather a nervous manner?”
“Yes, that’s Aunt Margaret! But why do you ask?”
“I will tell you later, my dear. Please don’t say anything about it until I see your father. Do you suppose he would show us through the light?”
“Of course! I’ll ask him; and that will give you the chance you want!”
“Fine!” exclaimed Cora. “I’m afraid you will think this is rather a conspiracy,” she went on, “but I have my reasons. It may amount to nothing, but I will not be satisfied until I have proved or disproved something I have suspected since I came here.”
CHAPTER XVII
THE LIGHT KEEPER’S STORY
“Hurray! She’s going!”
It was Jack who cried this.
“‘She starts, she moves, she seems to feel—’”