“But why should anyone be prowling about Mrs. Marborough’s place at this hour?”
“It does seem strange.”
Deliberately, Penny steered the sailboat toward the beach.
“I think we should investigate,” she declared firmly. “Everyone knows Mrs. Marborough lives alone. Someone may be attempting to break into the house!”
CHAPTER
9
MYSTERIOUS PROWLERS
“Oh, Penny, there must be a perfectly good reason for that moving light,” Louise protested as the boat grated on the sand. “You only want an excuse for going to the Marborough place!”
“Perhaps,” her chum acknowledged with a grin. “Jump out and pull us in, will you please?”
“My ankles are nice and dry and I like them that way,” Louise retorted. “If it’s all the same, you do the jumping.”
“All right, I don’t mind—much.” With a laugh, Penny gingerly stepped from the dinghy into shallow water. She pulled the boat farther up onto the shore so that her chum was able to climb out without wetting her feet. Together they furled the sail and removed the steering apparatus which they hid in the nearby bushes.
“I don’t see a light now,” Louise protested after their various tasks had been completed. “Must we climb that steep hill?”