Penny Nichols and the Knob Hill Mystery

by Joan Clark

  CHAPTER XVIII

  Inside the Gabled House

  Penny and Susan ran nearly all of the way back up Knob Hill. They werequite out of breath by the time they reached the cottage.

  "Is there a fire somewhere?" inquired Mr. Nichols, who was reading theevening paper on the porch. "Or are you girls running a race?"

  Penny cast a quick glance about to be certain that neither Michael norMrs. Masterbrook were near.

  "Dad," she announced impressively. "The toy lantern has been claimed."

  The detective dropped his paper and quickly arose.

  "By whom?" he asked.

  "It was Perry Crocker who took the lantern away, Dad. Susan and I werein the store when he came in for candy."

  "He made a positive identification?"

  "Oh, yes, Dad," Penny declared. "Perry told Mr. Turner that he hadconstructed the wick from an old piece of cloth in the house."

  "Then it looks as if Herman Crocker may be mixed up in the robbery."

  "Don't you remember that from the very first I said he was a suspiciouscharacter," Penny reminded her father.

  "Yes, I remember," Mr. Nichols replied dryly.

  "What will you do now, Dad? Have Mr. Crocker arrested?"

  "Not without more evidence against him," returned the detective. "Ourclue is an important one but it may not lead where we expect. It's aserious matter to arrest a man on a false charge."

  "But it must be Herman Crocker," Penny argued. "We know Perry couldn'thave committed the robbery."

  "You say that you saw Herman in town?" Mr. Nichols inquired.

  "Yes, he waited for Perry in the car and then drove away."

  "Toward home?"

  "Why, I didn't notice," Penny admitted.

  "I did," Susan declared, eager to make a contribution. "He was drivingthe opposite way."

  "Then there is a chance he may not have returned home yet," Mr. Nicholssaid. "I'm going down there and look around."

  "May I go along, Dad?" Penny asked eagerly.

  "You both may come," Mr. Nichols said after a slight hesitation, "butyou must do exactly as I say."

  At that moment Mrs. Masterbrook appeared in the doorway.

  "Supper is ready," she announced.

  "You'll have to keep it waiting," the detective told her. "I've justremembered an important engagement."

  "I always serve at exactly six o'clock," Mrs. Masterbrook said primly."The food won't be good if it stands."

  "That doesn't matter to me," Mr. Nichols returned impatiently. "We'llhash up our own supper when we get back."

  As he and the girls walked away, the housekeeper stood watching themwith keen displeasure. Penny wondered if the woman guessed that theywere going to the Herman Crocker place.

  During the hike down Knob Hill, the girls told Mr. Nichols everythingthey had learned about Herman Crocker and his nephew, Walter. Thistime the detective did not term Penny's ideas wild. He listened in amanner which was most flattering.

  "It's all a mix-up," Penny finished. "I feel sure that Mrs.Masterbrook is acquainted with Walter Crocker because she warned him tokeep away from our cottage."

  "Mrs. Masterbrook seems to have her finger in every pie," commented Mr.Nichols. "But I'm not much concerned with her affairs, or whether ornot Old Herman has cheated his nephew. I'm only interested in learningif he is the one who stole the diamond necklace."

  "If he'd rob his nephew it follows that he'd be the type to take jewelstoo."

  "Not necessarily," answered the detective. "House breaking is adifferent sort of crime entirely. The fact is, Herman Crocker doesn'timpress me as being the kind of person who would commit such an act."

  "The evidence is all against him," Penny argued.

  "It is," Mr. Nichols agreed. "But one can't put too much faith incircumstantial proof. We must investigate first and draw ourconclusions later."

  The three were close to the Crocker premises by this time. There wasno sign of the old man's car, and Mr. Nichols felt hopeful that he hadnot yet returned from town.

  At the entrance of the lane, Mr. Nichols paused.

  "Susan," he said, "I'd like to have you remain here. If you seeCrocker's car coming up the road, run to the house as fast as you canand call out a warning."

  "I'll keep a careful watch," Susan promised.

  Mr. Nichols and Penny hurried on up the lane. They were quite certainthat Mr. Crocker and his grandson had not returned from Kendon, buttaking no chance, they pounded several times on the door.

  "The place is empty all right," Mr. Nichols declared.

  He tried the door and found it locked. Nor could they enter by eitherthe side or rear entrance.

  "How are we going to get in?" Penny asked in disappointment.

  "One of the windows should be unlocked," Mr. Nichols said, looking upspeculatively. "Here, I'll give you a boost."

  He lifted Penny on his shoulders so that she could reach one of thehigh windows.

  "Locked," she reported.

  "All right, we'll try another," said the detective.

  The second window likewise proved to be fastened, but when Penny triedthe third one it opened.

  "Good!" exclaimed Mr. Nichols. "Jump down inside and open the door!"

  Penny found herself gazing into an untidy living room. The rug wasmoth eaten and there was dust everywhere on the old fashioned Victorianfurniture. The walls were heavy with family pictures in wooden frames,and Penny's attention was drawn to a curious feather wreath.

  "Hurry!" warned Mr. Nichols from below.

  "I'll be there in a jiffy," Penny called back.

  She jumped lightly down and ran to unfasten the door. Mr. Nicholsentered and closed it behind him, turning the night lock.

  "We'll have to work fast," he said crisply. "Old Herman may come backany minute."

  "What do you expect to find?" asked Penny.

  "Perhaps the necklace or at least some evidence which will attachHerman to the crime. I'll start searching in the upstairs bedrooms.You might go through that desk."

  With a nod of his head, the detective indicated an old fashionedsecretary which stood in one corner of the living room.

  The desk was filled to overflowing with papers of all sorts. A quickinspection satisfied Penny that the diamond necklace was not there, butif she had time she meant to examine the papers carefully.

  "When you finish with the desk, start looking through the kitchencupboards," Mr. Nichols called down from upstairs.

  Penny was working swiftly at her task when the detective came down toassist her.

  "There's nothing in the bedrooms," he reported. "I thought Old Hermanmight have hidden the jewels in one of the mattresses. Having any luckhere?"

  "None yet, but there are a lot of papers in the desk."

  "We'll get to those later," Mr. Nichols nodded.

  The detective made a swift but thorough inspection of the kitchen. Heexamined the floor boards to see if any had been pried loose and evenpoked into the rag bag.

  "Here's something!" he said triumphantly, pulling out a piece of whitecloth.

  "Why, that is the same material I saw in Turner's store!" Pennyexclaimed.

  "Yes, it was used to make the wick of the lantern. We'll keep it forevidence."

  Mr. Nichols stuffed the cloth into his coat pocket.

  "I've looked all through the cupboards," Penny reported. "I'm goingback and examine some of those papers now."

  "All right," her father agreed.

  Penny had never seen such a disordered desk. Apparently, HermanCrocker had kept every letter, receipt, and paper which ever came intohis possession, tossing all together in one untidy heap.

  Penny thumbed rapidly through the letters, discarding all which were ofa strictly business nature. Suddenly she came upon a photograph whichhad turned yellow with age. A glance assured Penny that it was alikeness of Herman Crocker when he had been some years younger.

  "Just what I need!" she thought triumphantly.
"This will be a greatdeal better than a snapshot!"

  Slipping the photograph into her pocket she went on with her search.In one drawer of the desk she found nothing but old tax receiptsshowing payments paid by Herman Crocker for both the cottage propertyand his farm.

  Penny knew she would not have time to examine each receipt in turn soshe opened a second drawer. It was crammed with old checks and bankstatements. In the very bottom was a thick green book.

  Penny opened it up and saw that it was a detailed expense accountrunning back many years. She was about to toss the book carelesslyaside, when a notation on one of the pages caught her eye. The itemread:

  "Paid to the Glenhaven Orphan's Home--$100.00 for keep of MichaelGladwin."

  Penny stared at the notation for an instant, and then turned toward herfather.

  "Dad, I've found something important!" she exclaimed. "This accountbook--"

  Before she could finish, there was a loud pounding on the door.

  "Herman Crocker is coming up the road!" Susan Altman called excitedly."Hurry or he'll be here!"