“Because this isn’t just an ordinary story to me, Jerry. I like Lorinda, and I feel that unless something is done, her mother may die.”
“Don’t tell me you’re becoming a superstitious little heathen!”
“Certainly not! But from what the professor told us, it’s a mistake to underrate the power of suggestion. Mrs. Rhett is in real danger—”
Penny broke off, listening intently.
“What was that, Jerry?” she demanded.
“Didn’t hear anything. Only the wind.”
“No, I distinctly heard a sound like the throb of a drum!” Penny lowered the car window. “There it is again!”
This time Jerry, too, heard the sound, far away and indistinct. “You’re right!” he exclaimed, slowing the car. “From down the beach!”
Penny grasped his arm excitedly. “Stop the car!” she exclaimed. “If we can find the drummer, we may be able to solve part of the mystery!”