The Orchard Secret Part 28

Suddenly Arden felt something of a thrill go through her.

"I'll do it!" she exclaimed impulsively and half aloud. Then she looked very foolish as her cla.s.smates stared wonderingly at her.

"Mees Blake, you are behaving very strangely today," said the French teacher. "Please compose yourself."

Arden shook her head as if in compliance and smiled weakly.

"I wonder what that gardener, Anson, was talking about?" she mused. "I'm sure he knows what strange mystery is in the orchard, anyway." Mentally she reviewed the startling happenings since she and her chums had come to Cedar Ridge. It was all so puzzling. On wings of thought Arden flew over to the little stone building in town--Police Headquarters. Boldly entering, she announced to the officer in charge her solution of the baffling case of the missing heir and claimed the reward and then, in triumph, presented it to the dean for the repair of the swimming pool so Sim would remain in college.

"All a daydream, though," murmured Arden.

As the bell rang, marking the end of the French period, Arden recovered herself with a start. Quickly gathering up her books and papers, she hurried to her cla.s.s in mathematics.

This was worse than the preceding session. Now she was absolutely unable to concentrate in the least. Her poor brain whirled with visions of geometric figures punctuated with policemen in the disguise of gardeners.

She flunked miserably and heard, with a sigh of relief, the ringing of the bell for which she had waited so impatiently.

When the mathematics cla.s.s was dismissed, Arden left hurriedly, for once getting away without Sim or Terry. She took a short cut across the hockey field and crawled through a hole in the hedge after a hasty and fearsome glance backward to observe if anyone might be observing her.

"Not yet, anyhow," she sighed with relief.

This route brought her much nearer her destination.

Arden hastened along the peaceful main street of the suburban town still clutching her books. In front of a two-story building of mellowed red bricks, partly overgrown with dull green and bronzed ivy, she stopped.

Two bright green lamps on each side of the doorway were in readiness to leap into emerald illumination of the sign POLICE HEADQUARTERS which caught and held her attention.

"Dare I go in?" she mused.

She dared. Gathering together all her courage, she opened the heavy door, its k.n.o.b of bright bra.s.s, and entered. Inside a rather large bare room all was serene. The dark wooden floor was scrubbed immaculately clean.

Behind a heavy desk of light oak, around which high lights played on a glaring bra.s.s rail of heavy proportions, a man was reading a paper. Arden could see him around one end of the desk, his two thick-soled shoes elevated and his hands holding the paper.

"Ah--a-hem!" she coughed when, after several seconds, he did not seem aware of her presence.

With a rustle of surprise the paper was lowered, displaying a red-faced middle-aged man who looked considerably startled. When he noticed Arden he lowered his feet from the desk and tried to look business-like.

"I didn't hear you come in, young lady," he began. "What can I do for you?"

"Good-morning," Arden replied. "I didn't mean to startle you." To gain time to think, she remarked about the beauty of the morning.

"Very nice day," agreed the chief, for it was the head of the small country department whom Arden had intruded upon: a fact she observed when he donned his cap, officially, and b.u.t.toned his gilt braid-encrusted coat, which gaped wide open. He arose and stood at attention behind the desk, smiling as he asked:

"Is there something I can do for you?"

"Well--yes. That is--you see----" Arden was quite fl.u.s.tered. But gaining control of herself she began again:

"I am at school--Cedar Ridge. The college, you know."

The chief nodded helpfully, and a little look of wonder came over his face. It was seldom he came in contact with the college girls.

"I saw a circular in the post office, across from the college," went on Arden. "It was about a man named Harry Pangborn, who is missing and----"

"Oh, yes," interrupted the chief, very interested now. "The Pangborn poster--the place is full of them. Missing person posters. We put them up in public places and sometimes forget to take them down."

Arden felt something of a chill.

"Oh!" she gasped. "Are they so old, then?"

"Some are. What did you want to know?"

"That one about Harry Pangborn." Couldn't the chief have heard the name at first?

"Yes," he answered, without much encouragement.

"It says a thousand dollars reward," Arden reminded him.

"Just a moment." He smiled at her from behind his heavy desk, a safe breastwork, and went to a filing cabinet. Running his fingers along the tops of a row of cards he brought out one that had a poster fastened to it. "Is this the one?" he asked, holding it out to Arden.

"That's it!" she answered. "I'm sure I've seen that man's face somewhere around here--in town, perhaps. Don't you know anything about him?"

"Hum! No, not much. That's rather an old and dead case. We haven't much to go on about him. I don't think you've seen _him_. If he was around here any place, you can be sure we'd have apprehended him and claimed the reward ourselves."

"Oh," murmured Arden, rather dismayed. "Then you don't think there's a chance that I might have seen him?"

"There's a bare chance, of course. But you want to make pretty sure before you turn a man in as a person missing and for whom a reward is offered. False arrest or detention is rather a serious charge, you know."

"Yes, I know; that is, I suppose it is."

Dispirited, Arden looked down at her dusty oxfords. Another of her cherished plans had fallen through. She took a long breath and, looking at the chief again, remarked:

"Well, thank you--very much. I must get back to cla.s.s now." She turned to leave.

"Just a moment!" called the chief rather sharply. "Why are you so interested in this man?"

"Oh, of course." Arden smiled disarmingly. "Only just so I might claim the reward if I found him and have our college pool repaired. The swimming pool, you know. It's broken."

"Yes?" encouraged the chief.

"Yes. It seemed like a good way to get the money. A friend of mine is awfully disappointed that she can't swim. I mean she can swim, but with the pool broken she can't, and so I was trying to help and--and----"

Arden was at the end of her resources. She turned and fled--beat a most undignified retreat as she told herself later. But the chief was not so easily disposed of.

"Just a moment!" he called rather sharply, and came out from behind the desk.

"Oh!" gasped Arden to herself. "Is he going to arrest me--detain me for questioning just because I have asked about the poster? If he does--what a terrible disgrace on top of what has already happened to me!"

But the chief was kindly sympathetic and soon had drawn from Arden all the story. She told him everything, about Sim's failure, her late return, about being campused and having to hide in the packing case. At this last the chief could not restrain a smile.

"So that's why I wanted to find this man and claim the reward," finished Arden. "You see?"