“The fountain—spoke?”
Now at last she had them interested.
“Yes,” she replied, trying a desperate bit of strategy. “Surely you know it’s haunted!”
“Haunted? What rubbish is this?” demanded Mrs. Cubberling.
“But it really is.” Judy did not need to pretend the effective shiver that accompanied this statement. “We heard moans coming from it and found out that it speaks whenever anyone is trapped under it. I know, because I heard it speak in my brother’s voice.”
“Did you hear any other voices?” Falco wanted to know.
“I did hear moans,” Judy answered guardedly. “Or didn’t I tell you? Of course, you wouldn’t know anything about the poor, dying man we found imprisoned under the fountain.”
“You—found him?” Falco had stopped dead still to listen.
“She’s talking nonsense,” Mrs. Cubberling said in an offhand way. “Come on. Let’s get going!”
“Wait! I want to hear this. The girl may have something to tell us, at that,” Falco said.