“Let’s look at Snow White,” Vevi proposed quickly.
The pigeon was in his wicker cage, pecking at a scattering of grain.
“See!” Connie exclaimed. “Snow White has been fed too.”
“Not very long ago either.”
“Then maybe Captain Tarwell is still here.”
Vevi glanced quickly toward the cottage. The front door was closed.
However, as she gazed toward one of the tiny porthole windows which overlooked the back yard, she was startled to see someone standing there inside the house.
For a moment a face was pressed against the thick pane of glass.
Even as Vevi stared, it was withdrawn. For a second, she was a little confused. Had she really seen a face or had she imagined it?
“Someone’s watching us from the house!” Connie exclaimed. She too had seen the shadowy face.