“I’m not so sure of that,” declared Judy, rapping loudly on the door.
“I told you,” Horace began, but stopped suddenly as the same moaning voice Judy had heard before called out, “Please, go away!”
CHAPTER XII
A Mysterious Prisoner
“That,” announced Judy when she could find her voice, “was not a noise in the pipes. Someone’s in there, and I think he’s hurt. Shall I try again?”
Horace did not answer. He stood there as white as a ghost, with his mouth half open. The beam of his flashlight was directed upward. Judy saw a great many water pipes interlaced overhead. She supposed they could carry sound as well as water. But someone had to be in the room to make the sound, and she had a feeling it was someone who needed help and needed it badly. She rapped again, and this time there was no answer.
“Do you need help?” called Judy.
She didn’t know this man. She had no idea who he was. But, being Judy, she was ready to be a friend to anyone in trouble.