“Goose, a door doesn’t lock itself.”
“This one might have a trick catch.”
“It was Mr. Jim McCoy who accomplished the trick,” Penny said. “Listen! Someone’s coming now.”
Plainly the girls could hear footsteps on the iron balcony outside the door. A moment later they were able to distinguish a murmur of men’s voices. The footsteps moved on and a moment later they heard a door close overhead.
“Another visitor!” Penny announced. “Did you hear what was said, Lou?”
“Couldn’t make out a word.”
“Nor could I. But that voice sounded familiar. I’m sure I’ve heard it somewhere.”
“I had the same feeling, Penny.”
The girls listened intently, hoping to overhear conversation on the floor above. However, the walls of the lighthouse were so thick that not a word reached them. Now and then they thought they heard Mrs. Deline’s high pitched voice.
“Louise, it’s just come to me!” Penny whispered a moment later. “I believe Mr. McCoy’s visitor may be George Emory!”