As she took down the receiver, her first fears were confirmed. Miss Meadows was in a great state of agitation, having been informed that a fire was raging at Pine Cone Camp.
“It was only a little fire, and it never reached our camp,” Judy explained patiently. “Now don’t worry one tiny bit, Aunt Mattie! Everything is all right here.”
“Well, that’s a relief,” Miss Meadows sighed. “I confess, I’ve spent a dreadful night.”
“No more disturbances, I hope.”
“It depends upon what you mean by disturbances,” Miss Meadows returned stiffly. “There were no weird sounds from the basement. But other things happened.”
“What sort of things?”
“I can’t tell you over the telephone,” Miss Meadows answered. “Just come as quickly as you can to the cottage!”
And with that, she hung up the receiver.