At the far end of the room there was a door that seemed to lead into an attic even darker than the first.
"It"s not much use going in there without a light," said Cicely.
"Just a few steps," said Lindsay.
She entered, and put up her hand to feel the height of the roof above.
Instantly there was a tremendous rushing sound around them. The air seemed filled with flapping, shadowy forms, which brushed lightly against their cheeks. In an agony of fear poor Cicely shrieked and shrieked again, and clung to Lindsay desperately, as to the one substantial and human thing in the midst of what was horrible and unknown.
"All right, they"re only bats," gasped Lindsay, in a rather quavering voice. "We"ve disturbed them, I expect."
Slightly rea.s.sured, Cicely dared to raise her head from her friend"s shoulder and look round. They were surrounded by the fluttering wings of the bats. These little denizens of the darkness must have been hanging in numbers from the ceiling, and Lindsay"s entrance had disturbed them. With strange squeaks and hisses they flitted to and fro for a few moments, then flew off to seek some safer retreat.
"I hope they"ve really gone," said Cicely, heaving a sigh of relief.
"Don"t go any farther in there, Lindsay. You can"t see an inch before your face."
"But it may be the one important place," said Lindsay, yielding reluctantly as Cicely pulled her back into the outer garret. "I"d exchange all my next birthday presents for a candle."
"Hush! I want to listen. I thought I heard something."
"What?"
"A kind of rustling."
"I expect it was the bats, or a rat."
Cicely gave an apprehensive glance behind. Her nerves were not so strong as Lindsay"s. Though she had had time to grow accustomed to scratchings inside the wainscots at the Manor, she could not overcome her dread of rats. Perhaps Lindsay was less valiant in her heart of hearts than she would have liked to confess. After all, it was little satisfaction to explore a room where she could see nothing.
She was just deciding to go, when Cicely once more clutched her arm.
"Oh, what is it?"
The exclamation burst simultaneously from the lips of the two girls.
Close, almost, as it seemed, in their ears, echoed that horrible low groan which had so terrified them twice before. Heard amidst such strange and dim surroundings, it was more than flesh and blood could stand. Without waiting to make any further investigations, they turned and fled.
They hardly knew afterwards how they had stumbled across the rotten floor and scrambled down the ladder. With blinking eyes they looked into each other"s scared faces as they emerged from the dark pa.s.sage into the bright daylight of the lantern room again.
"What a dreadful place!" shuddered Cicely. "I"m thankful we"ve got safely away from it. I don"t believe I"d venture up there again for all the fortunes in the world."
"We must close the entrance," said Lindsay anxiously. "We must take care to leave everything as we found it."
The secret door shut with a spring, and in a moment there was nothing to be seen again but the innocent-looking cupboard. The lantern had ascended to its former place in the ceiling; the chain worked on a pulley, and, as it ran up or down, it fastened or unloosed the lock.
Cicely, at any rate, was not sorry to descend to the more civilized portions of the house.
"I wonder if Merle explored as far as we did," she said.
"I hardly think so," returned Lindsay. "She couldn"t have had time. I believe she must have met "The Griffin" coming out, and have been frightened into not telling."
The more the girls talked the matter over, the more complicated seemed the mystery. Though they had found Mrs. Wilson"s hiding-place, they were no nearer ascertaining whether the treasure was concealed there or elsewhere. Out in the sunshine Lindsay"s courage returned, and she began to reproach herself for having given up the search so soon.
"We"ll go some other day, and take two candles and a box of matches with us," she announced.
"Is it really any good?"
Cicely"s spirit quailed at the prospect of once more encountering the unknown horrors that might be lurking in that dark attic. She could not forget the groans she had heard there.
"Of course it is! I didn"t think you"d be the one to draw back," said Lindsay reproachfully. "We"ve both pledged ourselves to do everything in our power to help Monica. It would be mean and cowardly to give in just because we felt afraid. If you don"t care to come with me, I shall have to go alone. I"m only waiting for a good opportunity."
For several days the opportunity tarried. Mrs. Wilson was too often about the pa.s.sages to make the expedition safe. On one occasion Cicely went to act scout, but found the housemaid sweeping the top landing, and had to beat a hasty retreat.
They were not able to discover where Lindsay"s leg had descended so suddenly through the rotten floor, or whether any of the ceilings in the upper rooms had suffered in consequence. If Mrs. Wilson had found out the damage, she kept her own counsel. When at last they managed to seize a favourable chance, and to steal up the winding staircase, a sad checkmate awaited them. The door of the lantern room was securely fastened with a padlock.
"Scott said he was going to put one on," said Lindsay, after staring blankly at the unwelcome impediment. "Don"t you remember, when he was talking to "The Griffin" in the picture gallery, and she told him we had been here?"
"I"m certain they suspect us," returned Cicely. "Perhaps they only took part of the silver or jewellery away in that sack, and the rest is still up in the garret."
The sole plan of action they could think of after this last disappointment was to keep a watch upon Scott. If he had really concealed a portion of the treasure in the garden, he would probably go to look at it occasionally, to make sure of its safety. At Cicely"s urgent request they had already made a careful examination, with a trowel, of the bank where Scott had been digging when they surprised him in the dark. It was fruitless work, however; nothing was there.
"I told you beforehand they wouldn"t be so foolish," said Lindsay.
"I thought they might have dropped a piece of money, or an ear-ring perhaps, in their hurry--just something to show us what had actually been here," said Cicely, grubbing about in the loose soil.
"Trust Scott and Mrs. Wilson! They"re an uncommonly clever couple. You may be sure they"d take care not to leave even a sixpence behind them."
"I"ve heard that criminals can"t keep away from a place where they"ve buried anything," continued Cicely. "They always haunt the spot."
"Then we must notice where Scott goes most frequently," replied Lindsay.
For the present, Scott seemed to be particularly attracted to the cuc.u.mber frames.
"He"s there constantly," said Cicely.
"Far oftener than is necessary, I"m sure," agreed Lindsay.
"It might be a likely place, too," added Cicely meditatively.
Several small incidents seemed to confirm their surmises.
"He was so cross last night when Marjorie Butler sent her ball over the hedge into the kitchen-garden, and went to fetch it," said Lindsay.
"Yes, he said she might have broken the gla.s.s in one of the frames; but I don"t suppose that was the real reason. She may have gone near him just when he was putting something back."
"I heard Miss Russell asking him when the cuc.u.mbers would be ready, and he answered in a great hurry: "Not for ever so long yet". And then he said it was "best not to be lifting the frames, and disturbing them more than needful"."
"He was evidently afraid she was going to ask to see them."
The idea that silver cups, jewels, or spade-guineas might be lying hidden under the glossy leaves of the cuc.u.mber plants began to obtain possession of the girls" minds.
"If we could only manage to look while he"s out of the way," suggested Cicely eagerly.