"Upon my word," Halsey broke out, "this place is a walking nightmare.

I have the feeling that we three outsiders who have paid our money for

the privilege of staying in this spook-factory, are living on the very

top of things. We're on the lid, so to speak. Now and then we get a

sight of the things inside, but we are not a part of them."

"Do you suppose," Gertrude asked doubtfully, "that she really meant

that blanket for Thomas?"

"Thomas was standing beside that magnolia tree," Halsey replied, "when

I ran after Mrs. Watson. It's down to this, Aunt Ray. Rosie's basket

and Mrs. Watson's blanket can only mean one thing: there is somebody

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hiding or being hidden in the lodge. It wouldn't surprise me if we

hold the key to the whole situation now. Anyhow, I'm going to the

lodge to investigate."

Gertrude wanted to go, too, but she looked so shaken that I insisted

she should not. I sent for Liddy to help her to bed, and then Halsey

and I started for the lodge. The grass was heavy with dew, and,

man-like, Halsey chose the shortest way across the lawn. Half-way,

however, he stopped.

"We'd better go by the drive," he said. "This isn't a lawn; it's a

field. Where's the gardener these days?"

"There isn't any," I said meekly. "We have been thankful enough, so

far, to have our meals prepared and served and the beds aired. The

gardener who belongs here is working at the club."

"Remind me to-morrow to send out a man from town," he said. "I know

the very fellow."

I record this scrap of conversation, just as I have tried to put down

anything and everything that had a bearing on what followed, because

the gardener Halsey sent the next day played an important part in the

events of the next few weeks--events that culminated, as you know, by

stirring the country profoundly. At that time, however, I was busy

trying to keep my skirts dry, and paid little or no attention to what

seemed then a most trivial remark.

Along the drive I showed Halsey where I had found Rosie's basket with

the bits of broken china piled inside. He was rather skeptical.

"Warner probably," he said when I had finished. "Began it as a joke on

Rosie, and ended by picking up the broken china out of the road,

knowing it would play hob with the tires of the car." Which shows how

near one can come to the truth, and yet miss it altogether.

At the lodge everything was quiet. There was a light in the

sitting-room down-stairs, and a faint gleam, as if from a shaded lamp,

in one of the upper rooms. Halsey stopped and examined the lodge with

calculating eyes.




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