Billie Bradley on Lighthouse Island Part 8
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"Well, it is, isn't it?" demanded Laura, becoming so excited she could not talk straight. "What was Miss Arbuckle doing in the woods with her alb.u.m, in the first place?"
"She might have been looking at it," suggested Vi mildly.
Billie giggled at the look Laura gave Vi.
"Yes. But may I ask," said Laura, trying to appear very dignified, "why, if she only wanted to _look_ at the pictures, she couldn't do it some place else--in her room, for instance?"
"Goodness, I'm not a detective," said poor Vi. "If you want to ask any questions go and ask Miss Arbuckle. I didn't lose the old alb.u.m."
Laura gave a sigh of exasperation.
"A person might as well try to talk to a pair of wooden Indians," she cried, then turned appealingly to Billie. "Don't you think there's something mysterious about it, Billie?"
"Why, it does seem kind of queer," Billie admitted, adding quickly as Laura was about to turn upon Vi with a whoop of triumph. "But I don't think it's very mysterious. Probably Miss Arbuckle just wanted to be alone or something, and so she brought the alb.u.m out into the woods to look it over by herself. I like to do it sometimes myself--with a book I mean. Just sneak off where n.o.body can find me and read and read until I get so tired I fall asleep."
"Well, but you can't look at pictures in a shabby old alb.u.m until you feel so tired you fall asleep," grumbled Laura, feeling like a cat that has just had a saucer of rich cream s.n.a.t.c.hed from under its nose. "You girls wouldn't know a mystery if you fell over it."
"Maybe not," admitted Billie good-naturedly, her face brightening as she added, contentedly: "But I do know one thing, and that is that Miss Arbuckle is going to be very glad when she sees this old alb.u.m again!"
And she was right. When they reached Three Towers Hall Laura and Vi went upstairs to the dormitory to wash up and get ready for supper while Billie stopped at Miss Arbuckle's door, eager to tell her the good news at once.
She rapped gently, and, receiving no reply, softly pushed the door open.
Miss Arbuckle was standing by the window looking out, and somehow Billie knew, even before the teacher turned around, that she had been crying again.
The tired droop of the shoulders, the air of discouragement--suddenly there flashed across Billie's mind a different picture, the picture of a tall lank man with stooped shoulders and dark, deep-set eyes, looking at her strangely.
A puzzled little line formed itself across her forehead. Why, she thought, had Miss Arbuckle made her think of the man who called himself Hugo Billings and who lived in a hut in the woods?
Perhaps because they both seemed so very sad. Yes, that must be it. Then her face brightened as she felt the bulky alb.u.m under her arm. Here was something that would make Miss Arbuckle smile, at least.
Billie spoke softly and was taken aback at the suddenness with which Miss Arbuckle turned upon her, regarding her with startled eyes.
For a moment teacher and pupil regarded each other. Then slowly a pitiful, crooked smile twitched Miss Arbuckle's lips and her hand reached out gropingly for the back of a chair.
"Oh, it's--it's you," she stammered, adding with an apologetic smile that made her look more natural: "I'm a little nervous to-day--a little upset.
What is it, Billie? Why didn't you knock?" The last words were said in Miss Arbuckle's calm, slightly dry voice, and Billie began to feel more natural herself. She had been frightened when Miss Arbuckle swung around upon her.
"I did," she answered. "Knock, I mean. But you didn't hear me. I found something of yours, Miss Arbuckle." Her eyes fell to the volume she still carried under her arm, and Miss Arbuckle, following the direction of her gaze, recognized her alb.u.m.
She gave a little choked cry, and her face grew so white that Billie ran to her, fearing she hardly knew what. But she had no need to worry, for although fear sometimes kills, joy never does, and in a minute Miss Arbuckle's eager hands were clutching the volume, her fingers trembling as they rapidly turned over the leaves.
"Yes, here they are, here they are," she cried suddenly, and Billie, peeping over her shoulder, looked down at the pictured faces of three of the most beautiful children she had ever seen. "My darlings, my darlings," Miss Arbuckle was saying over and over again. Then suddenly her head dropped to the open page and her shoulders shook with the sobs that tore themselves from her.
Billie turned away and tiptoed across the room, her own eyes wet, but she stopped with her hand on the door.
"My little children!" Miss Arbuckle cried out sobbingly. "My precious little babies! I couldn't lose your pictures after losing you. They were all I had left of you, and I couldn't lose them, I couldn't--I couldn't----"
Billie opened the door, and, stepping out into the hall, closed it softly after her. She brushed her hand across her eyes, for there were tears in them, and her feet felt shaky as she started up the stairs.
"Well, I--I never!" she told herself unsteadily. "First she nearly scares me to death. And then she cries and talks about her children, and says she's lost them. Goodness, I shouldn't wonder but that Laura is right after all. There certainly is something mighty strange about it."
And when, a few minutes later, she told the story to her chums they agreed with her, even Vi.
"Why, I never heard of such a thing," said the latter, looking interested. "You say she seemed frightened when you went in, Billie?"
"Terribly," answered Billie. "It seemed as if she might faint or something."
"And the children," Laura mused delightedly aloud. "I'm going to find out who those children are and why they are lost if I die doing it."
"Now look who she thinks she is," jeered Vi.
"Who?" asked Laura with interest.
"The Great Lady Detective," said Vi, and Laura's chest, if one takes Billie's word for it, swelled to about three times its natural size.
"That's all right," said Laura, in response to the girls' gibes. "I'll get in some clever work, with nothing but a silly old photograph alb.u.m as a clue, or a motive--oh, well, I don't know just what the alb.u.m is yet, but an alb.u.m is worse than commonplace, it is plumb foolish as a center around which to work. Oh, ho! Great Lady Detective! Solves most marvelous and intricate mystery with only the slightest of clues, an old photograph alb.u.m, to point the way! Oh, ho!"
CHAPTER VIII
AN INVITATION
The girls could never have told exactly why, but they kept the mystery of the alb.u.m and Miss Arbuckle's strange actions to themselves, with one exception.
They did confide their secret to fluffy-haired, blue-eyed Connie Danvers.
For they had long ago adopted Connie as one of themselves and were beginning to feel that they had known her all their lives.
Connie had been interested enough in their story to satisfy even the chums and had urged Billie to describe the pretty children in the alb.u.m over whom Miss Arbuckle had cried.
Billie tried, but, having seen the pictures but once, it was hardly to be expected that she would be able to give the girls a very clear description of them.
It was good enough to satisfy Connie, however, who, in her enthusiasm, went so far as to suggest that they form a Detective Club.
This the girls might have done if it had not been for an interruption in the form of Chet Bradley, Teddy Jordon and their chum, Ferd Stowing.
The boys had entered Boxton Military Academy at the time the girls had entered Three Towers Hall, and the boys were as enthusiastic about their academy as the girls were about their beloved school.
The head of Boxton Military Academy was Captain Sh.e.l.ling, a splendid example of army officer whom all the students loved and admired. They did not know it, but there was not one of the boys in the school who did not hope that some day he might be like Captain Sh.e.l.ling.
Now, as the spring term was drawing to a close, there were great preparations being made at the Academy for the annual parade of cadets.
The girls knew that visitors were allowed, and they were beginning to wonder a little uneasily whether they were to be invited or not when one afternoon the boys turned up and settled the question for them very satisfactorily.
It was Sat.u.r.day afternoon, just a week after the finding of Miss Arbuckle's alb.u.m, and the girls, Laura, Billie, Vi and Connie, were wandering arm in arm about the beautiful campus of Three Towers Hall when a familiar hail came to them from the direction of the road.
"It's Chet," said Billie.
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