“Don’t touch those wires!” she warned Lorraine. “I guess they mean that sign back there. This fence is charged with electricity. It gave me quite a shock.”
“I burned my hand—almost,” Lois corrected herself as she looked and saw no burn. “It felt like it, but I guess those wires aren’t really deadly.”
“I hope not.” Lorraine turned to Judy and asked a little plaintively, “What do we do now?”
“I have an idea,” Judy replied, looking around for a forked stick. When she had found one of just the right size she was able to hold back the wires without receiving any more electric shocks. As soon as Lois and Lorraine had crawled under the fence, she gave them the stick to hold for her.
“Now,” she announced, standing erect and brushing herself off, “we’re really on forbidden ground.”
All three girls followed the path beyond the fence. White statues, like white ghosts, loomed up in unexpected places. Over to the left was the tower. Lois glanced at it and then shivered.
“It gives me the creeps,” she confessed. “Do you think somebody could be up there watching us?”
“I don’t see how,” replied Judy. “The tower has no windows.”
“There may be a stairway inside. Look!” Lois suddenly exclaimed. “There’s a broken statue.”
It was a cupid-like figure with the head broken off at the neck. Judy didn’t see it until Lois pointed it out. There it lay beside the marble base that had once supported it. A little farther along the path its head grinned up from a thicket. Lorraine saw it first and uttered a piercing scream.