“You know Father collects antiques and the like,” Enid explained. “He has things from all over the world. The Zudi Drum Bowl is one of his most cherished trophies.”
“Just what is it?”
“It’s a sort of drum used in former times by a primitive tribe of Indian natives. It looks like a huge jar, elaborately decorated, but the mouth has an overhanging lip so that when a dried skin is stretched over the opening, it can be used as a drum. It was used only for special ceremonial meetings, I believe.”
“How did your father get possession of it?”
“It was during our trip to India, two years ago. He purchased it from an antique dealer and paid a steep price for it too.”
“If it is so valuable that may explain why the kidnappers are trying to get it.”
“The drum would have slight value to anyone not interested in antiques. I can’t understand how the news leaked out that it was in Father’s possession. He took pains to keep the matter quiet.”
“Where is Cedar Point?” Madge questioned next.
“Up the bay about fifty miles, I’d judge. In a most desolate locality.”
“You have no intention of going there, of course.”