The Phantom Violin / A Mystery Story for Girls

ong?" she whispered, "or an evening prayer? Who can have wri

rs touched those strings. She longed to search them out, to come befo

ld she go? Already the sha

n't stop! Go on, please go on!" It was as i

re conscious of the goodnight song of birds, the dull put-put-put of a distant motor, the cold black rocks beneath h

yes shone, for the phantom had

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ortune. Now she had him, and now he was gone. She reeled in frantically, only to lose her grip on the reel and to see her catch dis

me beyond belief, a great head like that of a wolf, two rows of gleaming teeth, a pair of small, snake-like eyes. A

snake! A forty-foot long snake!" The sli

ed to his bone-like jaw was the three-barbed hook. And the line, as Florence had said, was

at come to us all uninvited, entered the big girl's mind.

ed to stay at least for the night. That they would stay she knew well, for the wind was rising again. To face those dark, turb

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aving reached Greta's ears once more and entered into her very soul, she stoo

e, that violin?

his way in the bargain. It was unthinkable that any skilled violinist would undertake such a journey only that he might fling his glorious music to the empty air about the Greenstone Ridge. It was even more unthinkable that anyone could have taken up his abode somewhere among

whispered, "A phantom of

gone racing away in fear. She did not will it. The

So she stood there drinking it in while twilight faded into night. Only once had she heard such mu

she murmured. "It cannot

heard of people, read of them in some magazine, she believed, whose ears were so attuned to ce

Yet I never before have been in a place of perf

un, the marvelous music

o the darkness all about her, she snapped on her flashlight and went racing over t