The Penny Parker Megapack: 15 Complete Novels

by Mildred Benson

  “You did it Trinidad!” cackled Mrs. Lear. “You showed ’em!”

  Stooping to pick up a pebble, the old lady hurled it contemptuously toward the bridge. Her aim though carelessly taken was surprisingly good. The stone fell with a loud, resounding thud on the bridge planks.

  “Let ’em wonder where that came from!” the old lady chuckled gleefully. “Let ’em wonder.”

  Wrapping her black coat about her, she quickly retreated into the woods.

  CHAPTER 16

  A FRUITLESS SEARCH

  “We’ll give Mrs. Lear a little start and then follow,”Penny instructed. “Undoubtedly she’ll return to the brook to meet the Headless Horseman.”

  “Then you believe she’s been behind the scheme from the first?” Louise asked, backing away from the cliff’s crumbling edge. Below, on the grounds of Sleepy Hollow, men roved about with lighted lanterns. Apparently no very vigorous effort was being made to pursue the mysterious rider into the woods.

  “Who else?” Penny countered. “At least she’s been a party to it.”

  “But she’s not actually the rider. We know that.”

  “She certainly knows the identity of the man,”Penny said with conviction. “And we should too before the night’s over. Come on!”

  Fearful lest Mrs. Lear get too much of a start, the girls set off in pursuit. However, they had not gone far before they realized that the old lady was not returning to the brook. Instead she seemed to be heading for home.

  “We didn’t figure this so well after all!” Penny observed in deep disgust. “Now it’s too late to go back to the brook, so we’ve lost our chance to learn who the fellow is.”

  “Maybe not,” Louise said cheerfully. “Someone will have to bring Trinidad home.”

  They had now reached the main road with Mrs. Lear’s cabin visible over the hill. Not once glancing over her shoulder, the old lady trod a muddy path to her own gate. Once inside the grounds, she peered up at the windows of the bedroom Penny and Louise had occupied. Satisfied that no light was burning, she quietly entered the house.

  The two girls waited for awhile in the woods. They thought it wise to give the old lady ample time to go to bed and fall asleep.

  “Come on, we’ve waited long enough,” Penny said at last.

  They crossed the road and stole to the front door. To their astonishment it was locked. The back door also was fastened from the inside.

  “We’ll have to try a window,” Penny proposed.

  The windows also were locked or so stuck by dampness that they could not be budged.

  “If this isn’t a pretty mess!” Penny exclaimed impatiently. “Mrs. Lear never used to lock anything. She must have started doing it since the deed to her property disappeared.”

  “What are we going to do? Sleep in the barn?”

  “That might not be such a bad idea. Then if Trinidad ever comes home we’d be able to see who rode him!”

  “You’ll have to get another idea!” Louise retorted. “That old barn has rats and mice. I wouldn’t sleep there for a million dollars.”

  Penny circled the house, searching for a way out of the difficulty. She could find no ladder. A rose trellis rising along the front wall suggested that if they could use it to reach the second story, they might creep along the porch roof to their own room. There at least, the window had been left unlocked.

  “It looks flimsy,” Penny said, testing the structure. “I’ll try it first.”

  Gingerly she climbed the trellis, trying to avoid the thorns of a withered rose plant. She reached the porch roof and skillfully rolled onto it. From there she motioned for her chum to follow.

  Louise was heavier than Penny and less adept at climbing. The rose bush tore at her clothing and wounded her arms. Just as she was reaching for Penny’s outstretched hand one of the cross pieces gave way. Startled, Louise let out a scream of terror.

  “Now you’ve done it!” Penny muttered, pulling her by brute force onto the porch. “Mrs. Lear’s deaf if she didn’t hear that!”

  Tiptoeing with frantic haste across the porch roof, they tested the window of their bedroom. It raised easily. But as they scrambled over the sill, the girls were dismayed to hear Mrs. Lear’s door open farther down the hall.

  “She heard us!” Louise whispered tensely. “Now what’ll we do?”

  “Into bed and cover up!” Penny ordered.

  Not even taking time to remove their shoes, they made a dive for the big four-poster bed. Scarcely had they pulled the coverlet up to their ears than they heard Mrs. Lear just outside the door.

  “Are you all right?” she called anxiously. “I thought I heard a scream.”

  The girls did not answer. They closed their eyes and pretended to be asleep. Mrs. Lear opened the door and peeped inside. Not entirely satisfied she crossed the room and stood for a moment at the open window. Closing it half way, she then tiptoed out the door.

  “Was that a close call!” Penny whispered, sitting up in bed. “Lucky for us she didn’t notice anything wrong.”

  Waiting a few minutes longer, the girls slid from beneath the covers and quickly undressed.

  “At least we learned one important thing tonight,”Penny observed, quietly lowering a shoe to the floor. “Mrs. Lear is behind this Headless Horseman escapade. But who is the fellow?”

  “Silas Malcom perhaps. Only he’s a bit too old for pranks.”

  Penny did not reply. Moving to the window, she gazed thoughtfully toward the barn.

  “Someone may bring Trinidad back,” she commented. “By watching—”

  “Not for me,” Louise cut in. She rolled back into bed. “I’m going to get myself a little shut-eye before dawn.”

  Penny drew a chair up to the window. The room was cold. Her chair was straight-backed and hard. Minutes dragged by and still Trinidad did not put in an appearance.

  “The horse may not come back tonight,” Penny thought, covering a yawn. “Guess I’ll jump into bed. I can hear just as well from there.”

  She snuggled in beside Louise and enjoyed the warmth of the covers. A delightful drowsiness took possession of her. Though she struggled to stay awake, her eyelids became heavier and heavier.

  Presently Penny slept. She slept soundly. When she awakened, the first rays of morning light were seeping in through the window. But it was not the sun that had aroused her from slumber. As she stirred drowsily, she became aware of an unusual sound. At first she could not place it. Then she realized that someone was pounding on the downstairs screen door.

  Penny nudged Louise. When that did not arouse her, she gave her a vigorous shake.

  “What now?” Louise mumbled crossly.

  “Wake up! Someone’s downstairs pounding on the screen door.”

  “Let ’em pound.” Louise rolled away from her chum’s grasp and tried to go back to sleep.

  The thumping noise was repeated, louder and more insistent. Penny was sure she heard the rumble of many voices. Thoroughly puzzled, she swung out of bed and reached for a robe.

  “Open up!” called a man’s voice from below.

  Penny ran to the window. The porch roof half obstructed her view, but in the yard she could see at least half a dozen men. Others were at the door, hammering to be let in.

  By this time the thumpings had thoroughly awakened Louise. She too deserted the bed and went to the window.

  “Something’s wrong!” she exclaimed. “Just see that mob of men! I’ll warrant they’re here to make trouble for Mrs. Lear—perhaps because of what happened last night!”

  CHAPTER 17

  ACCUSATIONS

  Penny and Louise scrambled into their clothes. As they pulled on their shoes, they heard Mrs. Lear going down the hall. Fearful lest she encounter trouble, they hastened to overtake her before she reached the front door.

  “Do you think it’s safe to let those men in?” Penny ventured dubiously.

  “Why shouldn’t I open the door?” Mrs. Lear demanded. “I’ve nothing to hide.”
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  She gazed sharply at Penny, who suddenly was at a loss for words.

  Mrs. Lear swung wide the door to face the group of men on the porch. Joe Quigley was there and so was Silas Malcom. Seeing friends, Penny and Louise felt reassured.

  “Well?” demanded Mrs. Lear, though not in an unfriendly tone. “What’s the meaning of waking a body up in the middle o’ the night?”

  “Word just came in by radio,” Joe Quigley spoke up. “There’s been a big rain over Goshen way.”

  “I could have told you that last night,” Mrs. Lear replied, undisturbed. “Knew it when I seen them big clouds bilin’ up.”

  “You oughter get out o’ here right away,” added Silas Malcom. “That dam at Huntley Lake ain’t safe no more, and when all that water comes down from Goshen it ain’t too likely she’ll hold.”

  “Are the people of Delta leaving for the hills?”Mrs. Lear asked coldly.

  “Some are,” Quigley assured her. “We’re urging everyone who can to take the morning train. A few stubborn ones like yourself refuse to budge.”

  “Oh, so I’m stubborn! I suppose you’re leaving, Joe Quigley?”

  “That’s different. I have a job to do and I can’t desert my post at the depot.”

  “And the Burmasters? Are they leaving?”

  “We’re on our way up to the estate now to warn them.”

  “I’ll make you a bargain,” Mrs. Lear agreed, a hard glint in her eye. “If Mrs. Burmaster goes, then I’ll go too. But so long as she stays in this valley I’m not stirrin’ one inch!”

  “You’re both as stubborn as one of Silas’ mules!”Joe Quigley said impatiently. “Don’t you realize that your life is in danger?”

  “When you’ve lived as long as I have, young man, life ain’t so precious as some other things.”

  “If you won’t listen to reason yourself, what about these girls?” Quigley turned toward Penny and Louise.

  Mrs. Lear’s face became troubled. “They’ll have to go at once,” she decided. “What time’s that train out o’ Delta?”

  “Eleven-forty,” Joe Quigley replied. “Or they can catch it at Witch Falls at eleven. Getting on at that station they might find seats.”

  “We’ll pack our things right away,” Louise promised, starting for the stairs.

  Penny followed reluctantly. Though she realized that it would be foolhardy to remain, she did not want to leave Red Valley. Particularly she disliked to desert old Mrs. Lear.

  “If Mrs. Lear is determined to stay here, what can we do about it?” Louise argued reasonably. “You know our folks wouldn’t want us to remain.”

  The girls quickly gathered their belongings together and went downstairs again. To their surprise Mrs. Lear had put on her coat and was preparing to accompany the men to Sleepy Hollow.

  “I ain’t leavin’ fer good,” she announced, observing Penny’s astonished gaze. “Leastwise, not unless the Burmasters do. I’m going there now to see what they’ve got to say.”

  “Come along if you like,” one of the men invited the girls. “Maybe you can help persuade them to leave the valley.”

  Penny and Louise doubted that they would be of any assistance whatsoever. However, it was several hours before train time, so they were very glad indeed to ride in one of the cars to Sleepy Hollow estate. At the crossroad Joe Quigley turned back to Delta for he was scheduled to go on duty at the railroad station. The others kept on until they reached the estate.

  Silas Malcom rapped sharply on the front door. In a moment a light went on in an upstairs room. A few minutes later a window opened and Mr. Burmaster, clad in pajamas, peered down.

  “What’s wanted?” he demanded angrily.

  “There’s been a big rain above us,” he was told. “Everyone’s being advised to get out while there’s time.”

  Mr. Burmaster was silent a moment. Then he said:“Wait a minute until I dress. We’ll talk about it.”

  Ten minutes elapsed before the estate owner opened the front door and bade the group enter. He led the party into a luxuriously furnished living room.

  “Now what is all this?” Mr. Burmaster asked. “We had one disturbance here last night and it seems to me that’s about enough.”

  Silas Malcom explained the situation, speaking quietly but with force.

  “And who says that the dam won’t hold?” Mr. Burmaster interrupted.

  “Well, it’s the opinion of them that’s been workin’on it for the past two weeks. If we’d had money and enough help—”

  “So that’s why you rooted me out of bed!”

  “We came here to do you a favor!” one of the men retorted angrily. “It’s too late to save the dam unless nature sees fit to spare her. But it ain’t too late for you and your household to get out of here.”

  “I have two hundred thousand dollars sunk in this place.”

  “That’s a heap o’ money,” Silas said thoughtfully. “But it ain’t going to mean anything to you if that dam lets go. You ought to leave here without waitin’.”

  “Perhaps you’re right,” Mr. Burmaster said, pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace. “It was my judgment that the dam would hold. Naturally no one could predict these heavy, unseasonable rains.”

  A door opened. Everyone turned to see Mrs. Burmaster on the threshold. Her hair was uncombed and she wore a brilliant red housecoat.

  “Who are these people?” she asked her husband in a cold voice.

  “Villagers. They’ve come to warn us that we ought to leave here.”

  “Warn us, indeed!” Mrs. Burmaster retorted bitterly. “I don’t know what they’ve said to you, but it’s just another scheme to get us away from here! Haven’t they tried everything?”

  “This ain’t no Headless Horseman scare, Ma’am,” spoke Silas Malcom. “The Huntley dam is likely to give way at any minute.”

  “I’ve heard that for weeks!” Mrs. Burmaster’s gaze was scornful. “Oh, I know you’ve hated us ever since we built this house! You’ve tried every imaginable trick to make us leave.”

  “That ain’t true, ma’am,” Silas replied soberly.

  Mrs. Burmaster’s angry gaze swept the group and came to rest on Mrs. Lear.

  “That old witch who lives down the road has set you all against me!” she fairly screamed. “She’s lied and fought me at every turn!”

  Mrs. Lear detached herself from the group. She spoke quietly but with suppressed fury.

  “I’ve stood a lot from you in the past, Mrs. Burmaster,” she retorted. “But there ain’t no one alive can call me a witch!”

  “Oh, I can’t?” Mrs. Burmaster mocked. “Well, you’re worse than an old witch!”

  “At least I ain’t a sneak thief! I don’t go breakin’into folks’ houses to steal the deed to their property!”

  “How dare you accuse me of such a thing!”

  “Because I know you got the deed to my cabin right here in the house!” Mrs. Lear accused. “You’ve got it hid away!”

  “That’s a lie!”

  “Ladies! Ladies!” remonstrated one of the men from the village.

  Mrs. Lear paid not the slightest heed. Advancing toward Mrs. Burmaster, she waved a bony finger at her.

  “So it’s a lie, is it?” she cackled. “Well, let me tell you this! Mary Gibson that worked out here as maid until last Wednesday saw that deed o’ mine in your bureau drawer. She told me herself!”

  “How dare you say such a thing!” gasped Mrs. Burmaster.

  Mr. Burmaster stepped between his wife and Mrs. Lear.

  “Enough of this!” he said firmly, “We know nothing about the deed to your property, Mrs. Lear.”

  “Then prove that it ain’t here!” the old lady challenged. “Look in your wife’s bureau drawer and see!”

  “Certainly. Since you have made such an accusation we shall by all means disprove it.”

  As Mr. Burmaster started toward the circular stairway, his wife caught nervously at his arm.

  “No, John! Don’t be so w
eak as to give in to her!”

  “Mrs. Lear has made a very serious accusation against you. We must prove to all these people that she misjudged you.”

  “You can’t search—you mustn’t! It’s insulting to me!”

  “But my dear—”

  “I’ll never speak to you again if you do! Never!”

  Mr. Burmaster hesitated, not knowing what to do. “So you’re afraid to look?” Mrs. Lear needled him.

  “No, I’m not afraid,” the estate owner said with sudden decision. “Furthermore, I want someone to accompany me as witness.” His gaze swept the little group and singled out Penny. “Will you come?”

  Penny did not wish to be drawn into the feud, but as the others urged her to accompany Mr. Burmaster, she reluctantly agreed.

  Mrs. Burmaster’s bedroom was a luxurious chamber directly above the living room. There was a canopied bed with beautiful hangings and a dressing table that fairly took Penny’s breath away.

  “There’s the bureau,” said Mr. Burmaster, pointing to another massive piece of furniture. “Suppose you search.”

  Rather reluctantly, Penny opened the top drawer. It was filled with lace handkerchiefs, and neat boxes of stockings. The second drawer contained silk lingerie while the third was filled with odds and ends.

  “So it’s not there!” Mr. Burmaster exclaimed in relief as Penny straightened from her task. “I was sure it wouldn’t be!”

  From the tone of his voice it was evident that he had been very much afraid the deed would be found. Penny’s eyes wandered toward the dressing table.

  “You may as well search there too,” Mr. Burmaster said. “Then there can be no further accusations.”

  One by one Penny opened the drawers of the dressing table. Mrs. Burmaster’s jewel box caught her eye. It was filled to overflowing with bracelets, pins, and valuable necklaces. Just behind the big silver box, another object drew her attention. At a glance she knew that it was a legal document. As she picked it up she saw that it was the deed to Mrs. Lear’s property.