Finally, Judy trusted her voice. Taking care to keep it steady, to give no hint of her excitement and hope, she said quietly:
“I wouldn’t be surprised if that key fits the cellar door, Aunt Mattie.”
“Why, it might at that.”
Judy forced herself to speak casually, as if the matter were of no great moment.
“The key looks about the right size,” she remarked. “Do you mind if I try it?”
Chapter 14
A FAMILIAR FACE
MISS Meadows willingly relinquished the key which she had found in the kitchen cupboard.
Judy fitted it in the door lock and was elated when it turned readily. Her pose of indifference instantly dissolved.
“Now we can get into the cellar!” she exulted. “Whoopee!”