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The Mystery of the Fires. Lavell Edith
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“There you go!” cried Jane. “Being a detective instead of a normal girl on her vacation. Who cares, anyhow? It doesn’t hurt anybody but the insurance company, and I guess they can afford it.”
“Oh, but I’d like terribly to know!”
“Well, don’t let’s waste our wonderful month being detectives,” pleaded Jane.
“But it may be important,” Mary Louise pointed out. “If it was done intentionally, there will probably be more fires. Don’t forget – our cottage is next door to Hunters’!”
Jane opened her eyes wide in alarm.
“I never thought of that,” she admitted.
“I’ve got to think of it,” said Mary Louise. “Daddy is trusting me to look after things, and I can’t fall down on my job. Nothing like that must happen.”
“What can you possibly do about it?”
“Investigate, of course.”
“How?”
“I’ll begin by talking to Freckles tomorrow and see whether he’s found out anything from the boys. Then I’ll make it a point to meet Mr. Ditmar – and follow up every clue I can get hold of.”
“You would!” yawned Jane as she crept sleepily into her cot.
CHAPTER III
The Ditmars
“Freckles!” exclaimed Mary Louise as she entered the kitchenette of the bungalow the following morning. “Where are you going?”
The boy grinned mysteriously.
“Can’t tell you that, Sis,” he replied. “It’s a secret.”
“But I wanted to talk to you. And it’s only a little after eight o’clock.”
“I know, but I’m a busy guy. Important affairs!”
“With whom?”
Freckles hesitated; then he decided to tell part of his secret.
“The fellows up here have a secret band. It’s called the ‘Wild Guys of the Road.’ I was initiated last night.”
Mary Louise burst out laughing. She couldn’t help it. “The ‘Wild Guys of the Road’!” she repeated. “Regular hold-up men?”
“Well, not exactly,” replied her brother. “But we’ve got some exciting adventures on.”
“Who is the leader?”
“Robby Smith. He’s got some swell ideas.”
Mary Louise’s eyes narrowed.
“Does burning people’s houses come into his plan?”
“Gosh, no! We’re not really bad, Sis. We wouldn’t do anything like that.”
“Do you make fires at all?”
“Sure we make fires. We’ve got to cook our camp meals, haven’t we? And have our ceremonies.”
“I see.” She was thinking. “And sometimes those fires spread farther than you want them to?”
“No, course not! Now, don’t you go blaming us guys for Hunters’ bungalow burning down!”
“I’m not blaming you, Freckles – you weren’t even here. But I’m not so sure about those Smith boys. They are pretty wild, once they get started. Remember the time they locked that little boy in the boathouse and almost left him there all night?”
“Gee whiz, Sis! They wouldn’t have left him there. They just wanted to scare him.”
“I’m not so sure. They’re spoiled kids. I wish you wouldn’t play with them.”
“Now, Sis, don’t be silly! Everybody’s in the gang together. I’ve got to play with the Smith boys or else stay home by myself.”
With a yell of good-bye for his mother, the boy was off.
Mary Louise and Jane sat down to their breakfast. Mrs. Gay, who had eaten hers with Freckles, came in to talk to them.
“What have you on the program for today?” she inquired.
“Oh, the usual things,” answered her daughter. “Tennis with the bunch this morning, and I suppose everybody will go in swimming about eleven o’clock. David is coming over to talk about fixing up our canoe for the contest tomorrow night.”
Jane coughed nervously.
“I – uh – sort of promised Cliff I’d go in his motorboat, Mary Lou,” she said. “Would that be all right?”
“Sure it’s all right,” agreed her chum. “It’ll be even better, because the less weight we have in our canoe, the more decoration we can put on. And there’s a prize for each type of boat, you know.”
“Then I shan’t be competing against you if I go in Cliff’s launch?”
“Oh no, we are in separate classes.”
After the girls had finished washing the dishes for Mrs. Gay, they started off for a little walk, with Silky at their heels.
“Why not stop for the Reed girls?” suggested Jane, mentioning the twins who lived in the cottage on the far side of the Gays. “I’m crazy to meet them.”
“You’ll meet them when we go swimming later on,” replied Mary Louise. “But just now I want to go in the other direction. To call on the Ditmars.”
“The Ditmars?” For the moment Jane had forgotten who these people were, for she had heard so many new names the night before.
“Yes. Don’t you remember? The young architect that Cliff told us about. The man Mrs. Hunter thinks set her bungalow on fire.”
“Oh, yes, of course! In other words – a suspect.”
“That’s right,” agreed Mary Louise.
“But how can we call on him if we don’t know him?” asked Jane.
“We’ll find a way!”
“Oh, sure we will!” teased Jane. “Trust the girl detective for that!”
“Sh! Please don’t call me that in front of anybody, Jane. If people think I am snooping, they’ll shut up like clams and won’t tell me anything.”
Although there were only eight cottages at Shady Nook, the distance from the Reeds’ on one end to the Ditmars’ on the other was over a mile. Cliff’s father, Mr. Hunter, who had planned the little resort, knew that even in a small friendly community like this, people still liked privacy, so he had left a small strip of woods between every two cottages.
The girls walked along slowly, Mary Louise pointing out the bungalows as they passed by.
“That’s where the Hunters’ was, of course,” she said to her chum. “And now we’re coming to the Partridges’. Next is Flicks’ Inn.”
“Yes, I remember this much from last night,” nodded Jane. “But that’s as far as we got. Are there many cottages on the other side of Flicks’?”
“Only the Smiths’ and the two new ones. The Smiths don’t actually live on the river road, and you can’t call their place a cottage. It’s really the grandest house around here. Much bigger than the Hunters’ was. They have three children and a lot of servants. Mr. and Mrs. Smith are usually off traveling somewhere, and even when they’re here, they don’t eat at Flicks’.”
“So we can’t count on them for any fun?”
“No. Freckles plays with the boys, but except for that, we never see them.”
A little farther on, the girls came to the two new bungalows, set