“In this case, I think he was in the right,” Penny replied, helping her companion over a big drift. “I saw the hunchback take the wood, and I heard the argument.”
“When those new people moved into the monastery, I was afraid we would have trouble with them. Something queer seems to be going on there.”
“How do you mean?” Penny asked, recalling that she had expressed the identical thought at home.
“Well, the house is so quiet and deserted by day. Come night, one hears all sorts of weird noises and sees roving lights. Last night I distinctly heard a woman scream twice. It was most unnerving.”
“Have you noticed anyone except the hunchback and his master leaving the building?”
“Only a young girl.”
“Then I didn’t imagine it!” Penny exclaimed.
Mrs. Eckenrod stared at her, puzzled by the remark.
Penny did not take time to explain, for they now had reached the crevasse. Anxiously, the rescuers peered down into the darkening hole.
“Vernon!” his wife cried.