The Secret of the Sundial Part 13

She turned another page, read a few paragraphs which she remembered perfectly. Then, unexpectedly, her eye fastened upon a notation which she and Cara had skipped during the first reading of the diary. It was not particularly startling, merely reading:

"Uncle George is to mix cement for the new sundial tomorrow."

Madge stared at it long and thoughtfully. She felt it must have more significance than was apparent. She began to recall sc.r.a.ps of information, previously gleaned. Why had Florence Swenster taken Uncle George into her confidence in regard to the hiding of the pearls? It was unlikely that she would trust such knowledge to him unless she had need of his help.

She looked at the date of the notation to compare it with the day Florence had recorded that she had hidden the pearls.

"According to this diary, Uncle George must have been making the sundial on the very day that the pearls were disposed of!" she thought, with growing excitement. "And Uncle Ross said his father mentioned the sundial. Oh, there's a very significant connection!"

Madge knew that she was on the verge of making an important deduction, but try as she would she could not solve the enigma. For fifteen minutes she sat staring thoughtfully into s.p.a.ce, trying to work her way through the maze.

Then like a flash, the answer came. She sprang to her feet, her face jubilant.

"How stupid of me not to think of it before! We've had the clue all the time and didn't know it! Tomorrow, if I can convince Miss Swenster to my way of reasoning, I'll lead her to the pearls!"

CHAPTER XIII The Stranger

Madge waylaid Cara the following evening after school, fairly dragging her down the street, so great was her hurry to get away from the building.

"We're going straight to the mansion," she announced impressively.

Cara threw up her hands in a gesture of hopeless despair and stopped dead in her tracks.

"Another brilliant idea! I see it coming on. Remember, you told me to choke you if you ever had one again!"

Madge laughed.

"This idea is different and it doesn't involve any digging. It's worse than that. I'm afraid Miss Swenster won't consent. You must help me convince her."

In spite of herself, Cara's curiosity was aroused.

"Convince her of what?"

"Come on," Madge ordered, catching her by the hand and pulling her along.

"There isn't time to explain now. You'll hear everything when we reach the mansion."

Miss Swenster received them with her usual cordiality. Madge was so excited that as she plumped herself down on the sofa, it was difficult for her to begin. Briefly, she reviewed the facts already known to Miss Swenster and Cara, then disclosed the new notation she had found in the diary. She was a little disappointed to observe that neither appeared greatly impressed.

"I don't see just what you have in mind," Miss Swenster confessed.

"Simply this! Uncle George Jackson had a hand in hiding the pearls. We know the sundial had something to do with it too. Now, since the pearls were hidden on the very day that the old Negro was mixing cement for the sundial, it's my contention that the necklace was hidden inside it, probably in the pedestal!"

For a full minute, Miss Swenster digested this in silence. Then she said quietly:

"It's an interesting theory at least."

Madge cast a glance of despair at Cara. Everything depended upon Miss Swenster's enthusiastic acceptance of the idea. She was even more discouraged to see that her chum regarded her somewhat skeptically.

"Oh, I can tell you both think it's another silly idea. But you must admit it's logical. If only we could have the sundial opened, I know we'd find the pearls!" She arose, feeling that it was useless to add more.

Although Miss Swenster had said little, Madge could tell that she did not care to have the sundial broken. Nor could she really blame her for the dial was a beautiful piece of work.

"Wait!" Miss Swenster said firmly. "There may be something in what you say. At least, we'll find out."

"You mean we may have the sundial cracked open?" Madge demanded eagerly.

Miss Swenster nodded.

"Yes, shall we go to the garden now and see what must be done to remove the pedestal?"

She slipped a shawl over her shoulders as a protection against the fall winds and the girls followed her outside.

"It's my opinion the pearls are hidden in the base," Madge declared as they surveyed the sundial speculatively. "But it's a shame to ruin the pedestal unless we're sure. Perhaps if we move it a trifle, we may hear something rattling about inside."

The three placed their shoulders to the pedestal, trying to lift it. The sundial seemed rooted to the ground, so little would it give.

"It's too heavy for us," Miss Swenster said, wiping the dust from her hands. "We must have it cracked open."

"I know a man who is very reasonable in his charges," Madge informed quickly. "Occasionally, he does work for Uncle George."

"Then go for him now if you wish. It grows dark very early these fall days. If we are to accomplish anything today, we must lose no time."

Madge was only too eager to take herself upon the errand. Since Cara, who never enjoyed long walks, preferred to remain at the mansion with Miss Swenster, she started off alone.

Silas Davies was the man she had in mind for the work. He was always glad to pick up odd jobs, and in case the pearls were not found, she thought she could trust him to maintain a discreet silence.

She had forgotten where he lived so stopped at a corner drug store to consult a telephone directory. Finding that the house was only a short distance away, she decided to go there instead of calling.

A few minutes later she knocked at the door of a neat, modest little house on Bancroft Street. A woman answered, and Madge inquired if Mr.

Davies was home.

"He's working for Mr. Ruggles today," his wife returned regretfully. "But I'm expecting him home in three quarters of an hour."

"If he's been working all day, I suppose it's too late to get him to come to the Swenster mansion," Madge murmured in discouragement. "Miss Swenster had a little job for him-it won't take long but it's dreadfully important that it be done tonight."

"Well, I can't say how tired Mr. Davies will be. He makes a point of not working after five but if it's real urgent he may accommodate you. He'll be at the Ruggles place for another half hour. Why don't you stop there and see what he says?"

Madge thanked Mrs. Davies, deciding to follow the suggestion. It really was urgent that the sundial be investigated that very afternoon. With strangers prowling about the mansion at night, it was not safe to leave anything to chance. If necessary, she was willing to pay Mr. Davies out of her own pocket for the extra service.

She walked hurriedly toward the Ruggles residence, anxiously studying the western horizon where the sun was sinking lower and lower. So absorbed was she in her own thoughts that she failed to observe the approach of a man who walked swiftly, with head low and chin thrust deeply in his coat collar. Inevitably, they collided.

For a brief instant they were face to face. Involuntarily, Madge started, and an exclamation scarcely above a whisper, escaped her.

It was the man she had seen many nights before prowling about in Miss Swenster's garden!