“It sounds dreadfully complicated.”
“Not to me. I’ve helped Father with other experiments and I know how to go about this. Let’s get the book now and see if we can bring out the secret writing.”
“Shouldn’t we wait for complete instructions?”
“Oh, I can’t wait! So much depends on getting the formula within the next few hours. We’ll not ruin the book. I’m sure I know just how to go about it.”
Madge gave in and they made a quick trip to the Brady lodge which seemed strangely quiet and deserted.
“Aunt Maude must be sleeping,” Madge observed. “Clyde was here when I left but he appears to have taken himself off.”
They let themselves into the kitchen. Madge went directly to the cupboard for the key to the new cabin. It was not on its usual peg.
“Don’t tell me it’s lost,” Anne said nervously.
Madge did not answer immediately. Then her face relaxed.
“No, it dropped into this cup. Gave me a scare for a minute.”