CHAPTER XVI
THE VANISHING PRINT
Norma was up bright and early next morning. As she stepped out on the porch for a breath of air, her eyes were greeted by a scene of marvelous beauty. Back of a dark spot rising from the sea which must, she thought, be Black Knob, the sun was rising.
“What a picture!” She knew just how it should be taken.
Racing into the house she put her hand on the mantel at the spot where she had left her camera.
“Gone,” she murmured. “It’s gone!”
Well, after all, she might be mistaken. Perhaps she had taken it to her room. Rushing upstairs, she began a hurried search.
“What’s up?” Betty demanded. “House on fire?”
“No, a gorgeous picture to be taken and I’ve misplaced my camera.”
“Here. Take mine!” Betty took her camera from the shelf.