“The man looked very miserable,” Judy went on significantly. “He was wearing ragged clothes, and he had a heavy black beard.”
“You—saw him?” they both gasped.
“Of course,” replied Judy. “He was right there on the cot. My brother and I both saw him. It wasn’t a pretty sight.”
Falco and Mrs. Cubberling exchanged glances.
“Did he talk at all?” Falco asked.
“He moaned. I told you that. We heard him moaning and thought the fountain was haunted. That’s how we happened to explore it.”
“You explored it all right. Now we’ll explore it ourselves and find out how you got in there!”
“But I can tell you. We got in through the door!”
They both stared at Judy as if she were a spirit. Falco was the first to recover himself. He turned on his companion. “Did you leave that door unlocked?”
“No,” Mrs. Cubberling snapped. “You must have.”