The Phantom Violin / A Mystery Story for Girls

ence! The

he door and propped herself against it. "They saw me!" she repeated in a whisper. "And they-I believe they thought me a gho

hrough the dim light of the moon that c

?" came from some

. They had tied their boat to the wreck. They were going to do something.

ur golden hair flying in the moonlight, you look just like a ghost. And I suppose y

ered. "What were they doing h

ttle chains. They see me, then Old Dizzy lets out

drama. She saw dark waters of night, a golden moon, distant shores of an island, black and haunting and, stranges

ition rose at the prow. Rising higher and higher, it stood at last a wavering ghost-like figure in that eery moonlight. This was her own figure Jeanne was seeing now. Once again, with eyes closed, she seemed to st

Isle Royale fifteen miles off the

grand and glori

have met before, and Greta Clara Bronson, whom you are going to lov

f, standing there in the moonlight, "we ar

m, a three hundred foot pleasure boat, would never sail again. Fast on the rocks, her stern beneath the black

hought had thrilled her! Three girls, the "last passengers," they had styled

work! Bunks had been leveled, chairs and tables fitted with two short and two long legs to

had repeated in a

e the purring of a cat, only louder. It came from the dark waters of ni

e," she had tried

a half mile away, were utterly strange to her. Wild moose, wandering about like cattle; wolves, tawny gray streaks in the fores

breathed.

and held by that strange sou

a thud that shook the wrecked ship. At the same instant she mad

dder. "Men coming to the wrec

to go where her friends were in the cabin below. Her feet would not move. So there she sto

there were men, two of them, on the deck of that small

Jeanne asked herself.

r cargo, all but a few barrels of oil in the hold that coul

want," she assured herself, "

s might not have been done within this grim old hull! There had been smuggling, no doubt of that. The ship had visited the ports

eace, peace and an opportunity to

ent felt a cold chill run up his spine. One of the men, the tall one on the li

and there was fear in his voice, "Do you

think? She's sailed the lakes for forty years, this old Pilgrim has,

shudder, "then it was a lady that died, for look!

waying figure all in white, and he too

hat held his own tiny craft to the wrecked ship, then grasping a pike p

the air; a wild scream, a shrill laugh, all in one it r

regaining control of his senses, he gave a mighty heave that

ornets. On the creature's shoulders was something four times the size of a man's head. The upright body was quite as strange as the head. As the boat continued its course the great round head roll

hich, as you know, was Petite Jeanne, glide forwar

he cabin doorway. "One of the men spoke. They looked up at me

round the small cab

large, ruddy-cheeked girl in knick

ey seemed in an awful hurry

terrible scream, and laughed. How he did scream and laugh! Three times-one, two

chuckled. "Can't be any question abou

anced wildly about the deck. He had an enormous head. Bye and bye his head tumb

im

rig. He'd taken off the helmet.

ed little French girl dropped down u

ce spoke in a matter-of-fact t

t w

Why?" Florence'

after a period of silenc

n the days that were to follow. A