“Oh, I’m so glad you came!” the woman exclaimed.
Her face seemed drained of all color, and her eyes had a frightened look.
“Why, Aunt Mattie!” Judy exclaimed. “Is anything wrong?”
“This dreadful cottage!”
“You’ve been hearing music?” Judy surmised.
“Music?”
“What was it that upset you?” Judy asked, realizing she had made a poor guess. “Not another one of those mysterious telephone calls?”
“No! No!” Miss Meadows stepped back so that the girls might enter the cottage. “Just come in,” she invited. “Then you’ll hear for yourselves, and I won’t need to explain!”