“The strangest thing happened three nights ago,” Mrs. Hodges began, her voice quivering with excitement. “But wait! First I’ll show you the letter!”
CHAPTER
8
PSYCHIC SIGNS
As Penny and Mrs. Weems waited, the seamstress went to another room, returning with a stamped, slit envelope.
“Notice the postmark,” she requested, thrusting the letter into Penny’s hand.
“It was mailed from New York,” the girl observed.
“I mean the hour at which the envelope was stamped by the postmaster.”
“I make it 11:30 P.M. June fifteenth,” Penny read aloud. “Does the time and date have special significance?”
“Indeed, it does,” the seamstress replied impressively. “You tell them, Pa.”
“It happened three nights ago,” began Mr. Hodges. “Ma worked late stitchin’ up some playsuits for Mrs. Hudson’s little girl. Afterwards we had bread and milk like we always do, and then we went to bed.”
“At the time, I said to Pa that something queer was going to happen,” broke in the seamstress. “I could feel it in my bones. It was as if something was hovering over us.”