“I thought it might be.” Florence’s voice was tense with emotion.
She poured the second kettle of water into the hole.
The pool of water was blue, but through it there appeared the dim outlines of an unspeakably ugly face.
With trembling fingers Florence tested the water. Twice she found it too hot. The third time she plunged in her hand. There followed a sound of water being sucked up by some object. The next instant she placed on the ice, within the circle of light, a strange affair of blue stone.
Covering her eyes Lucile sprang back shuddering. “The blue face! The terrible blue face.”
Marian and Mark stared curiously.
Florence straightened up. “That,” she said with an air of great satisfaction, “is the marvelous and much-sought blue god.”
“Oh! Ah!” came from Marian and Mark. Lucile uncovered her eyes to look.
“Perfectly harmless; merely a blue jade carving. Nevertheless a thing of some importance, unless I miss my guess,” said Florence. “I suggest that we take it to the police station.”
“To-night?” exclaimed Marian.