The Secret of the Sundial Part 10

Madge thrust her hand into the dark opening. Her face brightened as she felt something not unlike a leather jewel case. She brought it to light, holding it up.

"Oh!" Cara exclaimed in disappointment. "It's nothing but an old book."

"A diary," Madge corrected. "Well, I guess it was too much to expect that we'd find the pearls. I suppose Miss Swenster knows about this compartment but let's ask her."

They stepped to the door and called. Miss Swenster answered from the kitchen, and later entered the study, wiping her hands on her ap.r.o.n.

"Look what we found in the desk," Madge said, handing her the diary. "I must have touched a hidden spring when I was dusting. The panel fell down to reveal this."

Miss Swenster moved quickly to the desk, her face showing that the information astonished her.

"I never dreamed there was a secret compartment," she said. "This desk belonged to Florence Swenster, you know."

"Then the diary may have been hers too," Madge observed.

Miss Swenster opened the little book and quickly ran through the yellowed pages. The writing was cramped and difficult to read.

"Yes, this is Florence's diary, I am sure of it. I have seen her writing on a number of old letters."

"I wonder why she hid her diary in such a strange place?" Cara mused.

"Oh, I imagine it was just a girl's desire for privacy," Miss Swenster returned. "Florence was a queer one in a good many ways though. I'm sure she never told anyone about this secret compartment."

She bent to examine it again. She closed the panel, hearing it click as it went firmly into place. But try as she would, she could not open it again.

"I think I can," Madge offered. "I know about where my hand was when it touched the spring."

Miss Swenster stepped aside and Madge moved her hand over the panel exploring its surface. At first she had no better success, then her fingers pressed the spring in just the right manner and the panel popped open.

"It takes a sideways pressure," she explained.

Cara and Miss Swenster both experimented until they had learned the secret. In the meantime, Madge had picked up the diary and was studying it curiously.

"I wonder-could Florence have written anything in here about the pearls?"

Miss Swenster regarded Madge with frank admiration and approval. At first she had thought the search for the pearls only a useless, amusing whim of the girls. Now she recognized that a sound idea lay behind Madge's investigation.

"Why not read the diary?" she asked. "If Florence had any secrets to hide, it's time they were aired."

This suggestion suited the girls admirably. Immediately forgetting their intention to return home early, they dropped down on the black plush settee and were soon lost to the world. Miss Swenster went quietly back to the kitchen.

It was almost impossible at first to make out the cramped, fine writing.

The girls laboriously studied out several paragraphs which were disappointingly trite. Florence had recorded in detail her trips to the dressmakers, visits with relatives and parties attended.

Madge and Cara were becoming discouraged when they happened upon the first notation concerning the necklace. It read:

"I attracted unusual attention tonight when I wore the pearls to the Alstone's ball. How Rose envied me!"

Cara gave a little squeal of delight and hugged her chum.

"There's our proof that the pearls really did exist. The necklace wasn't a myth as so many folks thought!"

"I hope she tells what became of it. Read on!"

For another half hour they delved into the diary, finding little of interest to reward their patience. Then they turned a page and read a brief item disclosing that Florence's jealousy of her sister was growing more bitter.

"Rose is very sly," she had written. "She is ingratiating herself with father, hoping that he will will her the pearls."

"She must have had a distorted view of things," Cara observed. "From all that we've heard, Rose wasn't a bit designing."

Madge had turned on ahead in the diary; She gazed at her chum with startled eyes.

"Why, that's almost the last notation. See all these blank pages."

"Just when it became interesting," Cara wailed.

"We're not quite through. There are a few more paragraphs scattered through the diary."

She swiftly turned the pages. Cara leaned closer as they came to one brief sentence. It read:

"Father died today."

For a full minute, the girls stared at the notation, trying to make more of it. Then Cara burst out:

"Wouldn't you think she'd have written more about a thing like that? Not a word of his sickness or anything. While she'd fill page after page with drivel."

"Perhaps she was too moved about his death."

"Maybe," Cara acknowledged doubtfully. "I'd quicker think she was worrying about the pearls."

Before they could read on, Miss Swenster came into the study to say that luncheon was ready. The girls sprang guiltily to their feet, declaring that they could not stay.

"It's all right," their hostess a.s.sured them, smiling. "I've already telephoned to your homes. And everything is on the table."

Miss Swenster was an excellent cook, and Madge and Cara who had healthy, growing appet.i.tes, did justice to her fine luncheon. However, they were so excited over the diary that had they eaten bread and milk, they would not have noticed. All during the meal they chattered gaily, telling Miss Swenster everything they had discovered.

"We scarcely can wait until we read the rest," Cara laughed. "Oh, I'm just sure Florence will tell what she did with the pearls."

Miss Swenster had tried hard not to allow the enthusiasm of her young friends to carry her away, but her cheeks were flushed and her eyes brighter than the girls had even seen them. She fairly beamed as she urged them to second helpings.

"I'll not count on the pearls until I see them," she said. "But, oh! What wouldn't I do if they should turn up!"

Cara and Madge glanced at her with curious interest.

"Just what would you do?" Madge asked.

"First, I'd reward you girls for finding them! Then I'd call off that sale. I'd get a gardener again and have this place restored to its former condition. Oh, I would do so many things."