The Mystery of Jockey Hollow Part 25

"I haven't any! I'm as much up in the air as you girls are."

They were rather wide-eyed at hearing this.

"Of course," he went on, "this yell is the only manifestation that has come to me. I understand you girls have both seen and heard things."

"No." Arden shook her head. "We were never really in the house when anything actually happened. We would arrive on the scene after the men had run out, yelling that they had either seen or heard something. What they heard, so they said, was a scream like the one you describe. Also there was the sound of heavily booted feet tramping on the stairs. And I think one man said he saw what he thought was a soldier in one of the rooms. Then there was the figure on the bed. But we never saw either of those."

"And the last thing that happened," said Sim, "I mean just before what you heard this afternoon, Harry, was the disappearance of Jim and his subsequent discovery in the cellar."

"He said something hit him on the head," suggested Dot.

"Oh, yes, so he did," Arden recalled.

"Then," stated the young man, "we have three sorts of ghostly demonstrations: visible, audible, and manual, I might say, to describe the a.s.sault on Mr. Jim. It's very odd. I can't account for it. I was sure, after I heard that scream, that some prank-loving chap had slipped into the house after me and was practising his college yell. But the snow told a different story."

They were silent a little while, and then Arden, in rather a small voice, asked:

"What are you going to do next, Harry?"

"I don't know. What do you want me to do?"

"Well, we'd like to have you help us find that ghost, if it's only to satisfy ourselves that there's no such thing," said Sim.

"And we want to help Granny Howe," suggested Terry. "It seems pathetic that her Sycamore Hall, or what she claims is her ancestors' manor house and ought to be hers, must be torn down, taken away, and she and the two grandchildren get nothing for it."

"Yes," admitted Mr. Pangborn. "Pa.s.s that, and I shall have something to say on it in a moment. But can I do anything else to help you? I'll say now, in between times of laying out the bird sanctuary, I'm going to keep after the ghost."

"There's one other thing," Arden said. "About Jim Danton's family. They are in want and he was hurt while working for that contractor."

"Oh, yes, I was going to tell you about that," Harry went on. "As I was coming away, after my unsuccessful, mysterious-voice hunt, I met Mr.

Callahan. I had in mind what you told me last night about this Jim, and I spoke about him. Callahan says he will see that he gets workman's compensation all the while he is ill. The contractor carries insurance."

"That's fine," exclaimed Arden. "Well, outside of finding the ghost, which perhaps we can't do, and helping Granny-which seems impossible--"

"Perhaps not quite as impossible as you think," interrupted the bird-sanctuary man with a smile, asking pardon for his interruption. "I talked with my friend Dr. Thandu over the telephone after I left here last night. I spoke of this case, the old ancestral hall being torn down and no compensation being paid to the evident heirs, Granny, d.i.c.k, and Betty.

"Dr. Thandu said it was a very complicated case. It appears when the state took over Jockey Hollow for a park Mrs. Howe and her grandchildren lived in the Hall. She had lived there many years and always supposed it was her property. But when, under the law known as the right of eminent domain, the state took it to make a Revolutionary memorial park, Mrs.

Howe could produce no papers proving her claim. She never had occasion to use them, she said, and had no idea where they might be. She surmised that her father or grandfather had put them away, but a diligent search failed to reveal them.

"Well, the state waited a long time, and then, as she could show no legal t.i.tle, they asked her to move, which she did, as they were soon going to start tearing down the place. However, Dr. Thandu and his fellow commissioners did all they could. They had the Hall appraised and the money was paid into court. It is there now, and whoever can prove t.i.tle to Sycamore Hall will get that money."

"It should go to Granny Howe, and possibly some of it to her cousin Viney," declared Arden, "and to Betty and d.i.c.k. Why doesn't the state or Dr. Thandu or somebody give it to them? It's doing no good where it is now!" Arden was indignant.

"Granted," said Harry. "But here is the point. Suppose the state paid this sequestered money to Granny Howe and her kin. Then, some time later, suppose the real heirs appeared with the legal papers and showed that the Hall was theirs. The state would have to pay all over again."

"I suppose they couldn't do that," agreed Sim a little sadly.

"That's why they have to be so careful," went on Mr. Pangborn. "It is a complicated matter. The state doesn't want to cheat Granny, nor does it want to be cheated itself. But there is a rift in the clouds."

"Where?" asked Terry.

"Dr. Thandu is willing and will urge that the whole case be reopened. The Park Commission lawyers will go over it all again and take the matter to court, seeing if it is possible, even without the missing papers, to pay Mrs. Howe. And I may add that I am going to have my late grandfather's lawyers-the ones who posted that reward circular about me," he said with a smile to Arden-"I'm going to have them look into the case for Mrs.

Howe. They are clever fellows. So perhaps it may all come right after all."

"Oh, I do hope so!" cried Arden. "And in this connection I've just had the most wonderful thought. I must tell you before I forget it. This is going to be a happy Christmas for Granny Howe. Now, this is my plan."

But before Arden could continue, there came a knock at the door.

CHAPTER XXII Arden's Idea

Arden was on the verge of disclosing something when that knock sounded.

So excited were the girls over what had happened and what Harry Pangborn had told them that, for a moment, they were startled.

Then Sim, the first, seemingly, to return to the very practical present, called:

"Come in!"

Moselle entered.

"'Scuse me," she said, "but the horse-boy is downstairs."

"The horse-boy?" repeated Sim.

"Do you mean somebody with a cold?" asked Arden mischievously glancing at Harry.

"No'm, Miss Arden. I means that boy you-all go riding with on horses."

"Oh, d.i.c.k Howe!" said Terry.

"Whom I have yet to have the pleasure of meeting," murmured Dot.

"What can he want?" murmured Sim.

"I wonder if anything could have happened to Granny-or at the Hall?"

questioned Arden.

"Did he say what he wanted, Moselle?" Sim asked, and Moselle let her eyes rove about the room containing the four pretty girls and the very presentable Harry Pangborn. Perhaps Moselle wondered at a gentleman not a physician visiting in Terry's room, but the cook said nothing about that.

She merely remarked:

"He didn't say what he wanted-just asked to see one of the young ladies."

"Which one?" asked Terry, laughing, for her ankle pain was much relieved by the comforting bandages and the liniment the doctor had used.

"He didn't say, Miss Terry, but I 'spects he meant Miss Sim."