“Have you thought up the main stunt?” Edna asked anxiously. “I tried to think up something but couldn’t.”
“Don’t worry, I have a hair raiser!” Madge chuckled.
She led the procession down the stairs. The girls lined up on either side of the door and then Madge opened it to confront a very frightened little girl who awaited admittance in fear and trembling. She giggled nervously as Madge beckoned her to follow.
Cara Wayne was conducted by a devious route through the dark house to the basement stairs. Madge signified that she was to go down alone. Cara hesitated, sensing that some unpleasant ordeal awaited her below, but there was no escape. She went boldly down. Suddenly, the girls heard a little squeal of fright.
“She must have touched the liver,” Enid whispered. “I hung it where she couldn’t miss it.”
Next there was a loud crash as Cara stepped into an empty packing box.
“I hope she doesn’t miss the tub of water,” Madge murmured anxiously.
Cara did not disappoint them. A minute later they heard a great splash and a howl of anguish. Since the water ordeal exhausted the possibilities of the basement, Enid was sent down to bring up the unhappy victim. Cara was drenched to the knees but she displayed a studied cheerfulness. They led her to the attic clubroom, seating themselves in a semi-circle about her.
“Cara Wayne, do you promise never to reveal anything which transpires here this night?” Madge asked in a deep, sepulchre-like voice.
There was a long silence and then Cara’s quavering: “I do.”