User blog:Fishbird/The Dana Girls' Mountain Peak Mystery

Episode 1: The Roadblock
The big brass knocker on the Danas' front door banged loudly. Louise and Jean, who were reading in the living room, looked up, startled.

"I wonder who it is?" Louise asked.

She rose from an overstuffed chair and went to admit the caller. A girl about 14 years old stood outside. She was a pretty brunette, dressed in a light-blue trouser suit.

"Are you one of the Dana girls?" she asked.

"Yes, I'm Louise."

"My name is Tammi Hodge." the visitor replied. "My grandfather asked me to see you two about solving a mystery."

"Please come in," Louise said, smiling.

Jean had followed her sister to the door and now introduced herself. Intrigued by the thought of a mystery, the girls walked into the living room. Louise, a pretty, dark-haired sixteen-year-old, sat next to Tammi on the couch, while blond Jean, who was a year younger, pulled up a chair.

"Now, tell us why your grandfather wanted you to see us," Louise began.

"I have a strange mystery to solve," Tammi replied. "Grandpa passed away a short time ago. My parents have been dead for many years, and I lived with Grandpa Hodge in his house on the mountain. I had been away at school, but I was called home because Grandpa was ill."

Tammi choked up at this point, and it took several seconds before she could go on. "One day, when I was alone with him, he began to gasp, and I knew he was going to die. I wanted to call the doctor, but he said no. He had something to tell me."

Again Tammi stopped speaking. The girl was so upset that she kept crossing and uncrossing her ankles and tapping on the arms of her chair.

Louise and Jean felt sorry for her and asked if she would like a cold drink.

"No, thank you," Tammi replied. "I want to finish my story. Grandpa grabbed my hand and said, "I'm going to die. Listen carefully. I wrote a manuscript telling of a great discovery I made. It was stolen. Get the Dana girls to help you find---duplicate---mountain peak-' I begged him to let me go for help, but he wouldn't. Then he died."

Both Louise and Jean felt their eyes becoming moist, and Louise put an arm around the girl's shoulders. "Would you like to wait a while before telling us the rest?" she asked.

Tammi shook her head. "No, I want to talk everything over with you now. I have no relatives. There were just Grandpa and me. In his will he left a request that the executor appoint a guardian for me."

"Who is the executor?" Jean asked.

"The Oak Falls Bank," Tammi replied. "They received a letter from a Miss Mathilde Price, written to her by Grandpa Hodge. In it he requested that she live with me until I come of age."

"Who's Miss Mathilde Price?" Jean asked.

"Oh, she's an old friend of Grandpa's. But she's a terrible person. I can't stand her!"

"Why?"

"Just imagine, the first thing she did when she arrived was to change everything around in the house. She went through each room and took it apart. We had a real battle when she started on my bedroom. I wouldn't let her touch anything."

"I can't blame you," Louise said sympathetically.

Tammi smiled. "Miss Mathilde became very angry. She told me she was in charge now and would arrange things the way she wanted to."

"Did she?"

"Well, she left my room alone for a while and went to the next one. I can't explain how strange it is---almost as if she were looking for something!"

Jean knitted her brows thoughtfully. "It seems odd, especially so soon after your grandfather's death."

Louise changed the subject. "Does Miss Mathilde know you came to see us?"

"Oh, no. I just ran out and took the bus." Tammi's eyes clouded up again. "I don't trust Miss Mathilde," she said, "and I know she doesn't care for me!"

"Why do you say that?" Jean asked. "Besides ripping the house apart, doesn't she treat you well?"

"She tries to be friendly sometimes," Tammi replied, "but I can tell it's false. She's very stern, and frankly I think she hates me!"

"I wonder why your grandfather asked her to be your guardian," Louise said.

"She was madly in love with him when they were both young," Tammi said. "He never mentioned it to me, but I heard about it from other people. I guess he wasn't interested, but they remained friends all their lives. He probably felt she would be glad to take care of me, but I think she's still mad because he didn't marry her and is now taking out her spite on me."

Louise nodded, then said, "Tammi, have you any idea what your grandfather's last words meant?"

"None. But evidently he felt you could unlock his secret. Oh, please help me!"

The Danas were eager to take the case, but wondered if Miss Mathilde would permit them to visit the mountain-peak house.

"I won't let her keep you away!" Tammi said firmly.

At this moment Aunt Harriet walked into the room, and the girls introduced her to Tammi. Louise and Jean lived with their aunt and her brother Ned. He was captain of an ocean-going ship named the Balaska, and was now away on a trip.

"Tammi Hodge has a very interesting story," Louise told Miss Dana. "She lives up on the mountain peak. A Miss Mathilde Price is taking care of her, but Tammi doesn't care for the woman."

Aunt Harriet said sympathetically, "Oftentimes we don't like people at first, but later we get to love them."

Tammi's eyes flashed. "I'll never get to like that prim, scolding ex-schoolteacher. I felt sorry for the people who were her pupils. She's just awful, Miss Dana."

Tammi's story was related to Aunt Harriet, and she expressed her condolences to Tammi on the loss of her grandfather.

"Thank you," Tammi said. Then she turned to the girls. "How soon can you work on the mystery?"

Louise and Jean looked at their aunt. "Would you like to ride out to the Hodge home with us this afternoon?" Jean asked.

Miss Dana said she would be delighted to go. "As a matter of fact, I'd like to meet this Miss Mathilde Price," she added.

"That would be wonderful," said Tammi. "Maybe you could tell her to be nice to me."

Tammi was happy they could start right away. Since Louise and Jean were on vacation and had no plans for the afternoon, they were eager to begin their investigation.

"Tammi, you can show us the way," Jean said.

Aunt Harriet and the three girls set off, with Louise behind the wheel. The mountain on which Tammi lived was about three miles out of town.

"Grandpa owned the whole area," Tammi explained as they approached it. "See that house way up near the top? That's our place."

Part of the mountain was wooded. In other sections there were overgrown fields. Tammi said that Grandpa Hodge had spent a great deal of time with experiments in the cellar and did not take care of the land.

"What kind of experiments?" Jean asked.

Tammy said she did not know. Her grandfather had never invited her to enter his workroom, and she had never bothered to go there herself.

"Maybe," Aunt Harriet spoke up, "your grandfather made a great discovery and wrote about it."

Tammi did not answer. She was looking ahead and finally said to the others, "That's funny. There's the lane leading up the mountain to our house. Somebody has put a barrier across the entrance."

As Louise reached the spot, she stopped the car. Everyone stared at the barrier. Painted across the top of the wooden gate were the words Positively No Admittance.

"I wonder if Miss Mathilde had that sigh set there," Tammi said, her eyes flashing. "Well, anybody is welcome to my house. I'm going to move the barrier!"

She jumped out and went to turn the gate sideways. At this moment a man drove up in a truck and called out, "Leave that alone!"

"I live there," Tammi told him defiantly. "Did you put that barrier up?"

The man was large and muscular with dark, bristly hair. He scowled. "Never mind who put it up. It's going to stay. So all of you just turn around and leave!"

By this time Louise had stepped out of the car. She asked the man who he was, and what authority he had regarding the Hodge property.

"My name is Xavier Rountree," the tall man replied, "and my authority is that I'm a surveyor for the county. We're doing some measuring up here at the mountain, and don't want anybody interfering with our job. Matter of fact, the police authorized us to block off this road."

"Well, I have the right to go to my own house!" Tammi declared. "You can't prevent me from that!"

"You can go," the man said. "Suppose you get into my truck and I'll take you up to the house. The rest of you will have to leave."

Tammi whispered into Louise's ear that she was afraid to go with him. Louise asked her if there was another road to the Hodge home.

"Yes, there's a secret trail," Tammi answered. "We can drive to it." She turned to Mr. Roundtree. "We'll all leave," she told him, and climbed back into the Danas' car with Louise. As they turned around, the girls noticed that the man stood still as if guarding the lane.

"I don't understand this," Jean commented. "Since when can a county surveyor chase people away? This is utterly ridiculous."

"I wonder if Mr. Roundtree was on the level," Louise added. "Maybe he's up to something he doesn't want to know about."

"Then," Aunt Harriet spoke up, "he'll bear watching."

"After driving a few minutes Tammi pointed out the secret trail, which led through overgrown woods. They entered it, but soon Jean suggested that they stop and hide the car. "We can walk the rest of the way."

Tammi agreed this was a good idea. "It's pretty rough going."

Aunt Harriet said, "Suppose I stay here and guard the car. You girls go ahead."

Tammi led the way up the hill. The climb was steep but finally they came within sight of the house. It stood just below the peak of the mountain.

As the girls walked toward it, they heard a piercing scream from inside!

Episode 2: The Tree Symbols
Louise, Jean, and Tammi raced toward the Hodge house. They burst into the living room through the open front door.

A rough-looking man held a tall, slender woman with gray hair and small brown eyes by her right arm. They were shouting loudly at each other, but the girls could not make out the reason for the argument. When they walked in, the couple stopped and stared at them in surprise.

"Miss Mathilde!" Tammi cried out. "Are you all right? Who is this man?"

"Oh, he---he---he just came in here and asked me for money. Who are these girls with you?"

"My friends, the Danas. They're detectives," Tammi said.

Louise and Jean wished Tammi had not mentioned their sleuthing. The man stared at them, then suddenly turned and raced out the door.

Miss Mathilde scowled. She did not acknowledge Tammi's introduction or thank the girls for rescuing her from further argument.

Louise spoke. "Tammi, you'd better call the police."

Before Tammi had a chance to comply, Miss Mathilde stepped forward. Her face reddened with anger, and she said icily, "Don't you do anything of the sort, Tammi!"

The girl hesitated, then turned as if to go to the phone. The woman grabbed her and said, "Do as I say!"

Louise and Jean understood why Tammi could not stand her. She was dictatorial, and to the Danas' great surprise, she did not seem to be frightened by her recent experience.

Jean asked, "Why don't you want to report this to the authorities? That man should be arrested for trying to hold you up!"

"I think it is none of your business why I don't want the police," Miss Mathilde snapped. "Who are you, anyway?"

Again Tammi explained that they were sisters who lived in Oak Falls and had solved many mysteries.

"Why do we need them here?" Miss Mathilde asked.

Tammi realized that in her effort to carry out her grandfather's wishes, she had aroused her guardian's suspicions. But she would not admit anything.

"Oh, they're friends of mine," she answered.

The woman looked at the Danas long and hard, then said, "Now if you'll excuse us, Tammi and I have something to talk over."

Tammi burst out, "Oh, I know what it is. You're going to ask me why I went away this afternoon."

Miss Mathilde stood very straight. "You went away? You ran away! And you probably didn't intend to come back, but better thought of it."

Louise and Jean decided to leave. They were sure Tammi could handle her own problem for the time being.

The two girls said good-by to Miss Mathilde, then turned to Tammi and winked, as if to say, "We'll be back to help you."

This was natural for the Dana girls. Once they took an assignment, they saw it through, even if it meant danger to themselves at times. Not long ago they had been in many tight situations in a case called The 100-Year Mystery.

The Danas walked outside and Jean said, "I feel sorry for Tammi. Miss Mathilde is a proverbial dragon lady. She could scare the wits out of anybody."

Louise nodded. "She wasn't very friendly. And she didn't like the idea of our visiting Tammi, that's for sure.

"Why didn't she want the police notified? Just because she has to prove to the world that she's not afraid of anything?"

Louise shrugged. "Who knows? Maybe the fellow was her boyfriend and not an intruder at all."

Jean laughed. "I can't imagine that even Dracula would want to date Miss Mathilde." She changed the subject. "I hope we don't run into Mr. Roundtree again. He's not one of my favorite characters either."

"He seemed to be working at the bottom of the mountain," Louise said. "Why don't we walk up to the top and see if we can pick up any clues?"

"Good idea," Jean replied.

The girls climbed to the peak and looked around in wonder.

"What a marvelous view!" Jean remarked, gazing toward distant hills.

"That's about all there is here." Louise laughed. "No buildings, no trees, no bushes. Not even a wild flower."

The two sisters examined the smooth, even ground. They looked around to see if something had been buried, but there was no mound anywhere. They turned stones and dug here and there with their heels, but discovered nothing suspicious.

Finally Louise sighed. "If Grandpa Hodge hid his duplicate manuscript here, he concealed the spot well."

"I just thought of something," Jean said. "If he buried the copy, why didn't he dig it up after the original was stolen?"

"Maybe he forgot where he put it," Louise said with a chuckle.

Jean shook her head. "The whole thing doesn't make much sense, does it?"

The girls searched for another ten minutes for a possible hiding spot, but to no avail. Finally, Louise said, "We'd better go. Aunt Harriet will wonder what happened to us."

"You're right," her sister agreed. "Let's hurry."

The two found a secret trail and went down as fast as they could, avoiding brambles and tree branches that hung low over the path. At last they saw the car.

They stopped short. Aunt Harriet was not in the car, and she was nowhere in sight!

"Something must have happened to her," Louise said, worried.

"We'll have to find her," Jean added, then called, "Aunt Harriet! Where are you?"

"Over here," Miss Dana replied. "I discovered something interesting. Come and see it!"

Louise and Jean hurried toward the sound of her voice. They saw their aunt standing near a large tree.

"Look at these," Miss Dana said, pointing to three marks that had been cut into the bark.

The girls came closer and stared at the trunk. About five feet from the ground were the initials J.H. Under them was an equilateral triangle. At the bottom was what appeared to be a drawing of a torn sheet from a book or manuscript. Whatever had been written on it had been obliterated by weather and was not legible.

"What do you think these symbols mean?" Aunt Harriet asked.

Her nieces guessed that the initial H could stand for Hodge. But what was Grandpa Hodge's first name? And had he cut the symbols into the bark?

Louise suggested that the triangle might stand for three equidistant trees. "Let's see if we can find the two trees that would complete the triangle," she suggested.

"You mean this tree is part of it?" Jean asked.

"I would think so," Louise replied. "You see those two maples over there? Let's pace the distance between them and this tree. It looks as if it could be the same.

"It'll be difficult because of all the little shrubs and bushes in between," Aunt Harriet said.

"I know. We'll have to do the best we can."

There was silence while Aunt Harriet and the girls measured the number of feet between the two maples and the marked tree.

Jean finished first. "I got about 25 feet!" she called out.

"So did I," Louise agreed.

Aunt Harriet obtained the same result. "Now that you've found the perfect triangle, what are you going to do about it?" she asked with a grin.

"That's a good question," Jean admitted.

They stood looking at each other, then at the trees, then at the trampled paths they had made between the points of the triangle.

Suddenly Louise snapped her fingers. "I've got an idea!" she said.

Episode 3: Amazing Information
"What's your great idea, Louise?" Jean asked.

"I've read," her sister replied, "that in old days pirates used to bring their loot ashore to hide it. In order to find it later, they would pick out three trees in a triangle that was equidistant on each side and bury the treasure in the middle. Let's dig here."

Jean giggled. "With what?" she asked.

Aunt Harriet suggested that they had better go home first and pick up shovels and spades. "Also, you should get Tammi's permission. After all, it's her property."

"I'll phone her," Louise said and the three walked back to the car.

When they reached their house, she called Tammi on her smartphone and told her of the plan. The girl agreed, but before Louise could tell her about the tree markings, Tammi had to hang up because Miss Mathilde had come into the room.

"I'll stay home and start dinner," Aunt Harriet declared. "You two go and dig."

"Okay," Louise said, so she and Jean drove back alone.

First, they paced off the number of feet between the trees again, then found the exact center. They began to dig, but as time wore on, and the hole became deeper and wider, they felt sure it was in vain.

"If there ever was anything here," Louise said, "it has been removed."

"Perhaps," Jean said, "Grandpa Hodge buried his duplicate manuscript at one time, but then changed his mind and took it away."

"That's a logical guess," her sister agreed. "But the question is, Where did he take it?"

The girls filled in the hole they had made, then went to examine the tree with its three marks again. Could they mean something totally different from the searchers' interpretation?

"Maybe Tammi can help us," Jean said. "As soon as we get home, we'll phone her again."

Louise made a face. "I hope Miss Mathilde Price doesn't answer and refuse to let us talk to Tammi."

"That poor girl," Jean said. "We must help her!"

When they reached their house, Louise dialed the Hodge number on her smartphone. Fortunately Tammi answered.

"Miss Mathilde is out in the yard," she said. "That horrible woman's pulling out flowers and bushes."

"Why would she do a thing like that?"

"To transplant them. She said she was going to change the whole garden. Louise, I can't stand it. She has ruined Grandpa's favorite rosebushes already, and there's no telling what the place will look like when she's through!"

"Oh, dear," Louise said. "I don't understand why she's doing this. It's not a good time to transplant anything right now." Then she changed the subject. "Tammi, what was your grandfather's first name?"

"John," the girl replied. "Why?"

Louise told her about the discovery Aunt Harriet had made in the woods. "Jean and I dug a hole to find out whether the symbols on the tree meant hidden treasure, but we found nothing. If your grandfather buried anything there, he must have dug it up later."

"He never mentioned it to me," Tammi said.

Louise now asked her if anything happened since the Danas left her.

"Nothing," the girl answered. "Miss Mathilde has been laying down the law, but I haven't paid much attention. Uh-oh, here comes old busybody now. I'll have to hang up."

As Louise and Jean sat talking, trying to figure out what their next move should be, the front door opened, and a man called out, "Hi. Anybody home?"

"Uncle Ned!" the girls exclaimed and dashed to the door.

A large man with a florid complexion and bright-blue eyes smiled at them. "Well, how are me hearties?"

"We're great, and how are you?" Jean asked.

Captain Dana laughed. "The salt air keeps me fit as a fiddle." Then he saw his sister coming toward him, and held out his arms.

"Harriet!" he said, and hugged Miss Dana.

"This is a wonderful surprise," Aunt Harriet said. "Now we can have a real family dinner."

During the meal, Louise and Jean brought their uncle up-to-date on the mystery they had been asked to solve. At the end, Louise said to him, "Have you any suggestions as to how we might go about it?"

After some thought, Captain Dana replied, "Have you asked at the library if John Hodge has ever published anything."

"No, we haven't," Jean answered. "We didn't think of it."

"Then I suggest that in the morning I go down there with you and we'll find out," Uncle Ned said. "If he has written in the past, his publisher ought to be able to give you some information."

When they reached the library the following day, he spoke to the supervisor, Karen Liva.

"I don't think so," she replied to his question. "But I'll look in the card catalog and Books in Print."

After checking she reported that John Hodge has never published anything, at least not under his own name. "If he used a pseudonym, I'm afraid I can't help you."

Before leaving the building, Louise, Jean, and Uncle Ned decided to look in the index file under "discoveries". There was nothing about John Hodge. Finally they gave up the search and left.

"My next suggestion," said Captain Dana, "is a trip to the courthouse to look at Mr. John Hodge's will."

When they arrived, the clerk, Mark Dunn, greeted Uncle Ned with a big smile. "Well, how are you? I haven't seen you in years!" he said. "Are you still crossing the Atlantic every week?"

"I sure am," Captain Dana replied. "Me and the old Balaska are mighty chummy." Then he asked if it would be possible to look at John Hodge's will. The clerk nodded and said he would bring it to them.

After reading it, the Danas knew that Grandpa Hodge had left everything to his only relative, Tammi. The Oak Falls Bank had been instructed to appoint a guardian for her, but there was no mention of his will of Miss Mathilde Price.

"Thanks, Mark," Captain Dana said. "My nieces are friends of Tammi Hodge's and are interested in checking up on a few things."

"Why don't you see Mr. Hunter in the trust department of the Oak Falls Bank?" Mark Dunn suggested. "I'm sure he can tell you more about it."

"Good idea," Captain Dana said. "Thanks."

At the bank, they had to wait until Mr. Hunter was free to meet them. Then they introduced themselves and told him that they were friends of Tammi's.

Louise said, "We have just read Hodge's will and learned that you appointed Tammi's guardian. Would you mind telling us why you chose Miss Mathilde Price?"

Mr. Hunter, a good-looking redhead man in his fifties, glanced at them, puzzled. "Why are you asking?"

"Because Tammi doesn't like her," Jean explained. "The two don't get along. Miss Price is very dictatorial and is changing everything in the house and garden. This makes Tammi unhappy because she loved her grandfather dearly and would prefer to have things left just the way he left them."

Mr. Hunter was sympathetic. "I'm sorry to hear that. I didn't know Miss Price personally, but knew she was an old friend of John's. She came to me with a letter from him, in which he mentioned that in case of his death he wanted her to be Tammi's guardian."

Louise and Jean were suspicious. "Did you ever compare the handwriting with that of Mr. Hodge?" she asked.

Mr. Hunter furrowed his brow. "The letter was typed and merely signed 'John Hodge,'" he replied.

The Danas looked at each other. Their thoughts were the same: the letter could be a forgery, and Miss Mathilde Price could have an ulterior motive. Could it have to do with Grandpa Hodge's secret? Had she somehow found out about his discovery?

Mr. Hunter sensed that they doubted the letter had been written by Mr. Hodge. "The signature looked like John's," he said thoughtfully, "but I'll check into the matter. I'll arrange to pay Tammi and Miss Price a visit as soon as I can."

Louise told the executor that the girls had had trouble reaching the Hodge home because the county surveyor had put up a roadblock and would not let them through.

"I've never heard of such a thing," Mr. Hunter declared.

"We suspect," Jean said, "that the man is a phony."

"I'll ask if the mountain peak is being surveyed by the county," Mr. Hunter promised. "Did you get the fellow's name?"

"Yes. Xavier Roundtree," Louise replied.

"I've never heard of him," Mr. Hunter said, "but I'll find out if he's telling the truth."

After the Danas had thanked Mr. Hunter and left, Louise said, "I think we should visit Tammi this afternoon."

"Good idea," Jean agreed. "Perhaps we can pick up another clue to what Xavier Roundtree is up to."

The girls dropped off Captain Dana, then drove to the Hodge home. When they reached the lane, Louise noticed that the roadblock was gone.

"Do you think Xavier Roundtree removed it?" she asked.

Jean grinned. "Maybe big strong Xavier is afraid of us!"

"I doubt that," Louise said practically. "And I wonder if we should use this lane or approach the other way."

"Since the barrier is gone, why don't we drive up?" Jean asked. "Obviously Roundtree finished whatever he was doing and took it away."

"Okay. But keep an eye out for him."

The two girls arrived at the house without seeing anyone. They were surprised to find the front door open.

"How strange!" Jean said, and shouted, "Tammi?" No one answered.

They walked into the house, calling Tammi and Miss Mathilde. They looked in each room, but no one was there. When they reached Tammi's bedroom, the Danas stopped short in utter astonishment. Tammi lay on the floor with her hands and feet tied in rope and a gag over her nose and mouth!

"Tammi!" Jean cried out. "Tammi, what has happened to you? Who did this?"

Episode 4: Diary Notation
Immediately Louise and Jean removed the gag and untied the ropes around Tammi's hands and feet. The girl sat up, breathing heavily, then she started to cry.

"You'll be all right," Louise said soothingly. "I'll bring you something to drink, then you can tell us what happened."

She went into the kitchen and returned with a bottle of Diet Pepsi. Gratefully Tammi gulped down the refreshing drink.

"Oh, that was good," she said. "My mouth was so dry from that gag."

The Danas led Tammi into the living room, where she curled up on the couch. Jean put an arm around her. "You're shivering," she said. "Are you cold?"

Tammi nodded.

"I'll get you a blanket," Jean said and went into the bedroom. She took the blanket off Tammi's bed, then wrapped it around the girl.

"Do you feel well enough to tell us what happened?" she asked.

"Yes," Tammi said. "It was horrible. Two men whom I never seen before came here in a car. They had bushy beards and very little of their faces showed."

"What did they say?" Louise asked.

"Nothing. Not a word. But one grabbed Miss Mathilde and held her tight. I ran into my room and tried to lock the door, but the other man was too quick for me. He caught me before I had a chance to do anything and pulled some rope from his pocket."

"And he tied you up," Jean added.

Tammi nodded. "I could see his accomplice holding Miss Mathilde because the door was wide open. They didn't tie her, but dragged her out of the car."

"Then they left?" Jean asked.

"I'm sure the men were planning to come back for me, but they must have seen you approach the house, because suddenly they drove away down the lane on the other side of the mountain."

"Wow! What timing!" Jean exclaimed. "If Louise and I had been a few seconds late, they would have taken you off, too!"

Tammi began to shake. "You---you may have saved my life!"

She looked so frightened that Louise took both her hands into her own. "Oh, Tammi, I think they wanted you both out of this house. But why?"

Jean, deep in thought, furrowed her brow. "I wonder if the kidnapping was just a presence," she said.

"You mean, Miss Mathilde went with the men voluntarily?" Louise asked.

"It's possible. They didn't tie her up. Did they?"

"Oh, but she struggled and screamed," Tammi said. "I don't think she wanted to go with them."

"She might have faked it," Jean said. "The men's beards could have been disguises. Maybe both Tammi and Mathilde knew them, but they didn't want Tammi to recognize them."

"Do you think they'll come back for me?" Tammi asked, her voice shaking.

"If they do, they'll have to contend with us," Jean said. "We won't leave you alone after this."

The Danas now told Tammi what they had learned that morning at the library and the courthouse. "It puts Miss Mathilde in a very suspicious light," Jean said.

"Can you tell us more about Miss Price?" Louise prodded.

Tammi told them that the night before, after she had gone to bed, she heard a voice. "I realized that Miss Mathilde was on the phone, but her voice was so low I couldn't understand what she was saying. The only thing I caught was 'hurry up'. Do you think she was talking about the kidnapping?"

"It's possible," Jean replied. "But whether she's in with the men or not, one thing is certain. There must be something in this house that they want. Have you any idea what it is?"

Tammi shook her head. "None. What could possibly be here?"

"Suppose we report the kidnapping to the police and then search thoroughly for Grandpa Hodge's duplicate manuscript?" Louise suggested. "It might give us the clue."

"Good idea," Jean agreed. "You don't mind, do you, Tammi?"

"Of course not. I'll help all I can. Let's start with old busybody's bedroom."

The three girls were about to go upstairs when Jean said, "Somebody had better stand watch. I'll take the first turn."

She positioned herself next to the front window, while Louise and Tammi went to the second floor and walked into Miss Mathilde's bedroom. After looking around and finding nothing suspicious, Louise said, "People often hide things under the mattress."

She lifted the one on the bed. Under it lay a book. When Louise pulled it out she read, Diary. "I feel nosey looking into this," the girl said to her friend.

Tammi took the diary from her. "We don't know whose it is, but if it belongs to old busybody we'd better read it. As you detectives say, we may get some clues to the mystery."

"You're right," Louise agreed. "Besides, the dairy must have belonged to your grandfather."

Tammi opened it, and realized the handwriting was not Grandpa Hodge's. However, she could not say whether it belonged to a man or a woman. There were no dates in the diary. It was just a continuous, rambling story. Most of it did not interest the girls, but suddenly they came to a page which there was only one item. It said, "I, Mathilde, want to things for Christmas. A dog and a diamond engagement ring."

The two girls burst into laughter, then Tammi said, "Do you think it's possible Miss Mathilde wrote this?"

Louise replied that diaries were sometimes like confessions. "I would say she did."

She asked Tammi to look for a sample of Mathilde Price's handwriting among Grandpa Hodge's papers, so they could compare the two.

"Okay," Tammi said.

She hurried to his desk in the first-floor den, but presently returned, saying she had found no letters from Miss Mathilde.

"If there ever were any, she probably removed them," Louise guessed.

The girls skimmed through the balance of the diary, but noticed nothing to help them solve the mystery. Tammi said, "Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. Grandpa's desk was a shambles. I guess old busybody went through it, all right. I wonder if she took anything."

They returned the diary to its hiding place, then went down to the first floor. They searched the desk and put it back in order.

Just as they finished, Jean came in. "It's your turn, Louise," she said.

The sisters changed places, Louise taking over as guard. Tammi told Jean what she and Louise had discovered and asked "Where shall we search next?"

Jean suggested Mr. Hodge's bedroom, and they climbed the stairs once more. They searched through John Hodge's drawers and closets, but came across nothing that gave them a clue to the secret of the mountain peak.

On the table lay a large, old-fashioned Bible. Jean opened it, and after turning several pages, called out, "Here's something!"

Tammi hurried to her side and looked at a sheet of paper. "I believe this is the fly leaf of the missing duplicate manuscript!" Jean exclaimed.

It was handwritten in Grandpa Hodge's script and was entitled: Discovered by John Hodge: The Puma's Treasure.

"What exactly is a puma?" Tammi asked.

"It's a breed of wild cat," Jean replied.

"Let's hunt for more pages," Tammi urged.

Although they searched thoroughly, the Bible yielded no more clues to the missing manuscript. Jean closed the old book, and the other two girls looked at each other. Where should they search next they wonder.

"I know!" Tammi spoke up. "Grandpa used to spend a lot of time in his basement laboratory. Let's go there."

Jean was intrigued by this idea and followed Tammi to the cellar. When they reached a door marked Lab, Tammi opened it and flicked on the light switch. Several pieces of machinery started working simultaneously, making a loud whirring sound.

"Amazing!" Jean exclaimed.

As she stared at the wheels and belts, the young detective wondered aloud if Grandpa Hodge's discovery had anything to do with this room.

"He never told me anything about it," said Tammi.

Just then Louise called down from the cellar stairway, "Jean, Tammi, are you there?"

"Yes," Jean replied.

"A car's coming to the house," Louise reported. "You'd better hurry up here."

"Okay," Tammi called, and turned off the light. The two girls closed the door and scooted up the stairs.

Episode 5: Night Intruder
The girls went to a front window and glanced out. Mr. Hunter was standing at the door.

Louise opened it and asked him to come inside. "We're so glad it's you," she said. "We just had some real excitement here."

"What happened?" the kindly man asked, looking worried.

"Two men came in and took Miss Mathilde away," Tammi said. "They tied me up and were about to kidnap me, too, when the Danas arrived and scared them off."

"What?" Mr. Hunter exclaimed. "This is very serious. Tell me all that happened."

When the girls had given him the details, he said, "I wonder if one of the men could have been the surveyor. I checked with the county administration. They have no Xavier Roundtree working for them. When I heard that, I knew trouble was brewing. Yet I drove all around the area without seeing anyone suspicious."

"Xavier Roundtree could have been one of the kidnappers," Louise suggested. "Tammi said they both wore beards, which might have been a disguise."

"Have you any idea why anyone would want Tammi out of this house?" Jean asked the banker.

Mr. Hunter shook his head. "There's nothing unusual about the estate as far as I can see," he said. "Tammi, you don't know where they took Miss Mathilde?"

"No," Tammi replied.

Mr. Hunter went on, "We checked Mr. Hodge's signature on her letter against the one we have on file. It looks so similar, only an expert can tell if it's a forgery. In view of what happened here, I'll turn the matter over to one."

Mr. Hunter glanced around the room. "Tammi, you shouldn't stay alone in this house," he said. "It's too dangerous. If you want, I'll make arrangements---"

"Oh, please don't," Jean spoke up. "We'll take Tammi home with us We'd love to have her, and she'll be safe with us."

Tammi hugged her. "Oh, will you? I'd love to stay with you." Then she told Mr. Hunter about her grandfather's laboratory in the basement and suggested that he look at it.

"We're sure there's a secret connected with this house, and maybe it has something to do with Grandpa's experiments."

"I'm curious to see it," the banker agreed.

Tammi locked the front door and the group went into the cellar. Mr. Hunter was amazed at the laboratory and the whirring noise of the machinery.

Jean walked ahead of the others to the far side of the room. Suddenly a frayed strip of a fast-moving wide leather belt broke off. It slapped her on the side of the face so hard that she collapsed to the floor!

"Oh, no!" Tammi cried out.

Everyone rushed to Jean's side. She lay unconscious on the floor. Louise quickly gave her first aid until she sighed deeply and opened her eyes. She put a hand to her head.

"Oh, what a headache I have," she moaned.

Louise ran to the bathroom sink she had noticed and grabbed a washcloth. She soaked it in cold water, wrung it out, and put it on her sister's face.

"That feels good," Jean said.

Louise renewed the cold compress after a few minutes, then Jean felt better and wanted to get up. The others helped the injured girl to her feet.

"I'd like to go home," she said and managed a wan smile. "I've had enough detective work for today."

"Good idea," Louise agreed.

Tammi turned off the light and everyone went upstairs. They said goodnight to Mr. Hunter, then locked the door and drove to the Dana home.

Aunt Harriet and Uncle Ned were startled by their story. Both welcomed Tammi and said she could stay as long as she wished.

"You two are so sweet," Tammi declared and hugged them.

Jean felt better, but wanted to go to bed and rest. Her cheek still stung from being slapped so hard, but her headache was gone.

"I think you should go to bed and rest," Aunt Harriet advised. "I'll bring you something to eat."

"If you want to spoil me, I won't argue," Jean said with a grin. "But really, you don't have to go through all this trouble."

"It's no trouble. Go ahead and I'll be up in a few minutes."

After dinner, Uncle Ned said to Tammi, "I'm worried about leaving your house alone. I think I'll ride up there and look around to be sure your mysterious enemies aren't there."

"Oh, may I come?" Tammi asked eagerly.

"Me, too!" Louise added.

"Why not? I'd rather have company than go by myself."

"Who's going where?" Jean asked. She had just walked through the door in her bathrobe and had overheard the last part of the conversation.

"We're driving to the mountain peak house to see if everything is all right," Uncle Ned explained to her.

"I want to join you," Jean declared. "I came down because I'm not tired enough to sleep. Please, Aunt Harriet, I feel fine. May I go with them?"

Miss Dana hesitated. "Well, if you really think you feel up to it---"

"Thanks, Aunt Harriet. I'll run upstairs and put on my clothes. Be back in a minute!"

Soon the group was on their way to the mountain peak. As they neared it, Tammi cried out, "Look! There's a moving light in our living room!"

Captain Dana pulled to the side of the driveway and stopped the car. "You're right!" he said tensely. "We'd better park here and walk up so we won't warn the intruder!"

Silently they climbed out of the car and advanced toward the house. When they peered into the window, they saw a man with a flashlight. He was playing it over the bookshelves along one wall.

"What do you think he's looking for?" Tammi whispered.

"Who knows?" Louise answered. "In any case, he's a burglar!"

Captain Dana agreed and stepped to the front door. He found it unlocked, and the three tiptoed in. Tammi turned on the hall light, then the one on the living room. The intruder, an open book in his hands, whirled and blinked in the bright glare.

"Who are you?" Uncle Ned thundered.

The man stared at him in utter surprise. In order to stall, he answered with a question of his own. "Who are you?"

"I live here," Tammi said. "How did you get in?"

"Oh---er---I have the key," the man replied. "But I didn't have to use it. The door was open."

"Who gave it to you?" Uncle Ned asked.

"Er---the bank. Trustee for this property. You see, the house is to be sold, and I'm Ben Rush, an auctioneer. I was asked to dispose of the contents, so I came to see what's here."

"At this time of night?" Uncle Ned said sarcastically.

"Oh, we're very busy, very busy."

Tammi was greatly upset. "Wait a minute. This house is not for sale. What are you talking about?"

"The bank hasn't informed you yet?" Rush asked. "Well, I'm sure they'll call you in the morning."

Louise did not believe the stranger. She quietly left the room, went to the kitchen, and picked up the local telephone book. She checked under the letter R. No Ben Rush was listed.

"I knew he was lying," the girl told herself. "I'd better call Mr. Hunter." She looked up his home phone number and seconds later had the banker on the line. Quickly she told him what was happening.

"That man's lying!" Mr. Hunter exclaimed. "I'll get in touch with Officer Ignari at once. Try to hold the burglar until wwe get there."

"All right," Louise replied.

She hung up her smartphone and went back to the living room.

Ben Rush had maneuvered himself toward the door. "Well, I'd better get going," he said and tried to edge past Louise.

"Oh, no you don't!" she said. "I phoned the executor, and he told me to keep you here until the police arrive. Your story is not true!"

When Rush heard Louise's accusation, he pushed her roughly out of the way and leaped into the hallway. Uncle Ned had anticipated the move and was right on the man's heels.

Rush had not reached the front door yet when Captain Dana tackled him. The girls hurried to his aid and while they put their backs to the door, Uncle Ned held the intruder firmly. Ben Rush could not escape!

"Now," Uncle Ned said sternly to the prisoner, "do you want to tell us the truth?"

A sly look came into the man's eyes. With a toss of his head, he said, "I'll tell you if you promise not to have me booked."

Louise reminded him that she and the others were not in charge. "The executor is the person who will decide whether or not you'll be arrested."

Rushed pulled away from Captain Dana and sat down in a chair. Although the others plied him with questions, he refused to say another word.

Twenty minutes later, Mr. Hunter arrived with two policemen. He introduced them as John Rad and Tom Buxton, and they looked at the girls in amazement.

"It's not every day that three young ladies help catch an intruder," Officer Rad said with admiration.

Louise smiled. "To tell you the truth, we didn't expect to!" She related the story of Rush's capture, then the policemen took the burglar away.

"Mr. Hunter, my house isn't for sale, is it?" Tammi asked, still worried.

"Of course not. It was just something that Ben Rush made up to talk himself out of the tight spot," the banker replied. He turned to Jean. "How do you feel?"

"Much better," Jean replied. "And I'm glad I was able to come along tonight."

"I've been thinking," Mr. Hunter went on, "that we should try to turn off the machinery in the cellar to avoid further accidents."

Uncle Ned nodded. "Let's go down to the lab. I'd like to take a look at Mr. Hodge's place anyway."

Captain Dana was intrigued when he saw the complicated apparatus. He and Mr. Hunter searched for an outlet in the wall. They finally found one and Mr. Hunter pulled the plug. The noisy whirring sounds stopped, and a few minutes later everyone went back upstairs.

Before Mr. Hunter left, he looked at Tammi. "I almost forgot. I have some big news for you," he said.

Episode 6: Important Scraps
Tammi's eyes lit up. "What is it?" she asked eagerly.

"I realize the school you have been attending up to now does not go beyond eighth grade. Since you're entering high school next year, you will have to transfer. I have chosen one where I know you'll be happy, the Starhurst School for Girls in Penfield."

Louise cried out, "That's the school Jean and I attend. We love it! Tammi, you'll be happy there."

"Awesome!" Tammi exclaimed. "And I have friends!" She thanked Mr. Hunter for arranging the nice surprise.

When the excitement died down, Uncle Ned said, "This house should not be left unguarded. Suppose I get a detective to stay here?"

The executor of the Hodge estate thought this was a good idea. "You know someone you could ask?"

"I'll check with Chief Ignari. Maybe he can help us."

The chief promised to assign a plainclothesman who would bring along his dog for extra protection. Then he asked, "Captain Dana, could you and the girls stay at the mountain peak until the officer arrives?"

"We'll be glad to," Uncle Ned replied. "Have you had a chance to speak to the prisoner yet?"

"Yes," the chief said. "But he isn't talking. Of course, he's entitled to speak to the lawyer first, and he knows it. He'll see one tomorrow."

"I hope he changes his mind and tells us what he was looking for," Uncle Ned said. "By the way, would you please instruct the detective who will come here not to admit Miss Mathilde Price to the house if she should show up?"

The chief agreed and Uncle Ned put down the phone.

At about 11:00 pm the detective arrived. He introduced himself as Mr. Fife, and his beautiful German shepherd as Homer.

"He's well trained but not vicious," Mr. Fife explained. "He won't harm you once he knows you're friends of mine."

The girls fell in love with the intelligent animal at once. They patted and talked to him. Homer, who had initially had looked questioningly at his master, soon was licking their hands and playing with them.

Mr. Fife smiled. "I can see you won't have any trouble with him. Will you be back tomorrow? I can stay only at night."

"Yes," Louise replied. "If you'll guard the house overnight, we'll take good care if it in the daytime."

The girls drove off with Captain Dana. On the way he said, "I never realized we would be staying at the Hodge house so long. I must catch a midnight plane to New York City and get back to the Balaska. Tell your Aunt Harriet I said good-by. I'll be home again soon."

Louise dropped her uncle off at the Oak Falls International Airport, then she, Jean, and Tammi drove home. By the time they reached the Dana house, Tammi was extremely tired. When Aunt Harriet saw this, she put her arms around the girl. Tammi began to cry, and for the first time really broke down and sobbed over the loss of her grandfather.

Between the tears, however, she kept saying how fortunate she was to have found such wonderful friends. Aunt Harriet left the living room but presently came back with some warm milk and toast.

"Drink this, dear," she said. "Then take a warm bath and we'll tuck you into bed. I'm sure you'll sleep like a kitten."

As soon as Tammi had finished the midnight repast, she went upstairs with Aunt Harriet and a little while later, as predicted, she was sound asleep.

The next morning, Tammi felt fine, and Jean declared she had completely recovered although she did have a bruise on the side of her face. The smartphone rang, and Louise answered it.

The caller was Mr. Fife. "Please come here as soon as you can," he said. "I have received word of a special assignment I must take care of for the police department."

He then told Louise that Homer, who had been left on the watch outside the house for the night, had barked loudly twice and raced off after intruders on the property.

"I don't know whether they were humans or animals," Mr. Fife said. "But after the trouble here, I'm inclined to think that they were people. I guess you won't have anything to worry about. Homer seems to understand what he's to do."

Louise repeated the conversation to Aunt Harriet and the girls, who agreed to leave at once. Cora Appel, their day worker, whom Jean had nicknamed Applecore, would come later to take care of the cleaning.

"We'll just leave everything," Miss Dana said, "and I'll write Cora a note."

When she and the girls reached Tammi's home, Mr. Fife quickly said good morning, then walked out the door. Homer did not make an attempt to follow when his master drove away.

"He is well trained," Jean remarked, and hugged the beautiful animal.

Louise nodded, then said, "I suggest we start hunting for clues right away. We've already searched Miss Mathilde's and Grandpa Hodge's rooms, so where do you want to go next?"

"What about the den?" Tammi suggested. "We went through he desk, but haven't really checked out the rest of the place."

The Danas agreed and followed Tammi into the den.

As they looked around, Jean suddenly said, "This is funny. With all the cleaning and rearranging Miss Mathilde did, there are still ripped-up papers in the wastebasket."

"I suppose she never bothered to empty it," Tammi said. "And to tell you the truth, I didn't even notice the basket myself, because it was underneath the desk."

Jean turned it over on the floor. "Maybe we can piece some of these scraps together...here. This looks interesting. It's obviously part of a letter written to the American Archeological Society because it has the address on it."

After a good deal of work, the girls reconstructed the letter. In it, Grandpa Hodge promised he would have his manuscript ready by April.

"But it was obviously stolen before then," Tammi said.

The letter appeared to be a carbon copy and was not signed. In the lower left corner were the initials JH/ML.

Jean continued to fit other pieces together and wondered who ML was. A few minutes later she had reconstructed a scribbled note to Mary Lyon.

"Tammi," she asked, "do you know who Mary Lyon is?"

"Yes," the girl replied. "She did secretarial work for Grandpa."

"I believe we've picked up a wonderful clue," Jean said. "Where does she live?"

"In Woodstock," Tammi replied, and everyone was eager to talk to Mary Lyon.

"I'll call her," Tammi offered, as she went to use her cell phone she took from her pocket.

She explained to her grandfather's former secretary that she was investigating the estate with the Dana girls, and that they would like to have some information about Mr. Hodge's work.

The Danas stood close enough to hear Mr. Lyon's reply. "I might be able to help you, Tammi, but I don't want to discuss it over the cell phone. Can you and your friends come here to see me?"

Tammi looked at Louise and Jean. Both nodded. "Yes," she said into her cell phone. "We'll be there in a little while."

"Shall we all go?" Louise asked.

"I don't think that's such a good idea," Aunt Harriet objected. "Why don't you take Tammi? Jean and I will stay here and guard the house."

Everyone agreed and the two girls got their purses. They said good-by and drove off. At the foot of the hill Louise noticed a green sedan parked a short distance from the lane.

Tammi paid no attention to it, but Louise looked intently at the driver when she passed him. "I believe that's Xavier Roundtree," she thought uneasily.

She turned into the main road, but watched the suspect in the rearview mirror. To her dismay, he followed her!

Episode 7: The Doodler
For a couple of miles Tammi did not understand why Louise kept looking in the rearview mirror to watch the green sedan behind her. Finally she turned around, however, and glanced out the window.

"Do you think that man is following us?" she asked, worried.

"I'm afraid so," Louise replied. "I think he's Xavier Roundtree."

Tammi was alarmed. "What are we going to do?" she said. "He'll harm us!"

Louise did not comment but silently agreed with Tammi. The man might come alongside and force them off the road!

Suddenly Tammi jumped up and down in the seat and cried, "Go faster, Louise! Don't let that guy catch us!"

Louise put on speed. So did the car following her. How could she shake the driver?

Just then she passed a sign for a large enclosed shopping mall about half a mile ahead. A sudden idea came to Louise. "I think I know how to get rid of him," she told Tammi.

"How?"

"You see the shopping mall ahead? Maybe we can lose him in there." Louise pulled into the entrance and went past the last line of cars. Then she turned right and drove up the next aisle. Her pursuer did the same.

When Louise reached the end, she turned left and scooted into the next lane. Halfway down a woman suddenly backed out in front of her without looking in either direction. Louise jammed on the brakes, which squealed loudly, and avoided hitting the car by inches.

The girls felt frustrated. The pursuer was already turning down the aisle after them. Fortunately the woman pulled back into her parking slot and the girls shot past her. Tammi looked back through the rear window and exclaimed, "Oh, that lady is backing out again!"

She closed her eyes, waiting for a crash, but the man in the green sedan hit his brakes and stopped the car just in time to avoid colliding with the woman.

Louise realized she had the advantage now and hurried to the end of the aisle, turned left, and drove out a side exit onto another road.

Tammi's eyes were still glued to the window. "I guess the lady backed all the way out this time," she cried. "I see her coming down the lane right now. But there's no sign of the green sedan!"

Louise laughed. "I suppose we can thank that woman for letting us get away."

Tammi wanted to know where they were.

"I'm not sure," Louise replied. "I'll stop at the next gas station and ask for directions."

She did, and someone working there told her how to get to Woodstock. When they reached the town, Louise followed the directions Mary Lyon had given them, and found her house without trouble.

She opened the door and swooped Tammi into her arms. "How glad I am to see you, my dear!" she exclaimed.

"I'm happyy to see you, too," Tammi replied. "Mrs. Lyon, say hello to my friend Louise Dana. She's a detective."

Mary Lyon laughed. "I'm delighted to meet you, Louise. I've never spoken to a real live detective---especially a girl!"

Louise assured her that she was only an amateur, but that she and her sister loved to solve mysteries. "I do hope you can help us with the one involving Grandpa Hodge," she added.

Mary Lyon was middle-aged and pleasant-looking. She told Louise that after her husband had passed away and her children had married and left home, she had gone to work on a part-time basis for Grandpa Hodge.

"He was a brilliant man," she said. "But I admit that at times I didn't understand what he was talking about."

Louise asked her if she had ever helped him with a manuscript.

"No," Mary Lyon replied. "Mr. Hodge was a rather secretive man."

Tammi spoke up. "Well, Grandpa told me it had been stolen, and I was to get the Dana girls to help me find the duplicate."

"That's very interesting," Mary Lyon said. "Have you had any luck?"

"No," Tammi replied. "And besides, we've had plenty of trouble. The executor sent an awful woman to take care of me. Her name is Miss Mathilde Price, and she's a real pain. She got kidnapped, and I'm glad!"

"Kidnapped?" Mrs. Lyon repeated in surprise.

"That's right," Tammi replied. "Now I'm staying with the Danas, and in the fall I'm going to Starhurst with them."

"I'm glad to gear that," Mrs. Lyon said. "But please tell me the whole story from the beginning, and I'll see if I can fill in any pieces of the puzzle."

Louise gave her full details from the time Tammi had come to their house with her request. Mary Lyon was surpised to hear that Mr. Hodge had any enemies.

"He was a kind, gentle person, and never mentioned any difficulties with other people. Once he told me he had made a discovery and was writing a book. But he never asked me to type any of it."

"Have you any idea what the discovery might have been?" Louise inquired.

The woman shrugged. "Perhaps it had something to do with digging. Once, when I was to go to his home, I arrived early. No one was in the house, so I sat in the car and waited for him. After a while, Mr. Hodge came from the opposite direction. He was carrying a shovel and his shoes were muddy."

Louise was excited by this information, but sorry that Mary Lyon could not tell her where the elderly man had been digging.

"He subscribed to a magazine about stars," Mrs. Lyon went on. "Whenever there were charts he used to draw lines from one star to another, making triangles and other geometric figures. He was a real doodler. Often he seemed to be dissatisfied with his work and would rub it out."

Mrs. Lyon smiled. "I used to find pieces of paper on which he had drawn a series of triangles. Is this information helpful to you?"

Louise said she was not sure, but told Mrs. Lyon about the three equidistant trees in the woods and the strange markings on one of them.

"At the top were the initials J.H., which we assume stand for John Hodge. Below them was a triangle, and under that the drawing of what might have been a page torn from the manuscript."

"How strange!" the ex-secretary exclaimed. "I'm sorry I can't help you on that, either. As I told you before, Mr. Hodge was a very secretive man."

She wished the girls luck in solving the mystery and promised to call them if she thought of anything else that might be helpful. Louise gave her the Danas' number, and they said good-by and drove off.

When they reached the foot of the lane leading up to the mountain peak home, Tammi suddenly put a hand on Louise's right arm. "Slow down for a moment. There's a package under that tree just ahead."

Louise stopped the car before turning into the lane.

"I'll get it," Tammi offered and opened the door.

"No!" Louise warned her. "Do you realize that package is at the very same spot where Xavier Roundtree's car was standing before he followed us?"

"You mean he might have lost it?" Tammi asked, hesitating.

"Either that, or he could have put it there on purpose."

"But why?"

"For us to pick up. Tammi, there might be something extremely dangerous in that package---a bomb, for instance!"

Episode 8: Vicious Dogs
Tammi turned white. "A bomb!" she cried out. "You don't really believe that?"

Louise looked thoughtful. "I really don't know. All I know is we shouldn't take any chances."

"What'll we do, then?" Tammi asked. "Call the police?"

Louise nodded. "Why don't you run up to the house and ask Aunt Harriet to phone them. I'll stay here and watch the package."

"All right. But you'd better not go close to it in case it is what you think."

"Don't worry. I'll sit right here in the car," Louise assured her.

Tammi scooted off. While Louise waited in the car, she began to have misgivings about the package. Maybe there was nothing explosive in it, and she would feel foolish in front of the police!

Just then a station wagon came along the road. As it drew near, Louise noticed that a woman was driving and that she had a number of children with her. A little girl who was looking out the window suddenly cried, "Mommy! Mommy, stop! See that package over there? Priscilla said I'd find a surprise today. Maybe it's my surprise!"

The woman laughed and pulled over to the side. "It won't be your surprise, Karen, but we'll see what's in it anyway."

"Oh, yes, let's see the surprise," a little boy squealed and opened the door of the station wagon.

As the children and their mother proceeded to climb out, Louise hurried over to them.

"Please don't touch that package!" she warned them. "My friend and I are afraid it's a bomb. We're waiting for the police."

"What?" the woman looked at her incredulously. "Whatever gave you that idea?"

"I know the man who dropped it. He's trying to harm us."

"Did you watch him put it there?"

"No. But his car stood at the same spot not long ago."

"You must be imagining things. I'm picking up the box and checking what's inside."

"Please, don't," Louise pleaded. "If my suspicions are correct, you---"

"Aw, come on. You probably want the package to yourself."

Louise was annoyed. "If that was the case, I could have picked it up long before you arrived on the scene," she said. "And I don't have the car full of children who might get hurt!"

The argumentative woman finally gave in. "Oh, all right. Come on, kids, let's get back into the car!" The children were reluctant to leave the strange box, but their mother insisted. Without thanking Louise for possibly saving her and the youngsters from a bad accident, she climbed behind the wheel and drove off.

Louise sighed in relief. A few minutes later two police officers pulled up. They eyed the package, then asked Louise why she was suspicious.

The girl told them about the man who had parked at the spot earlier, who, she thought, was Xavier Rountree. "I wasn't sure enough at first to report him, but now I am because he followed us. I had Tammi Hodge in the car with me and didn't want anything to happen to her, so I figured out a way to shake the man. It worked."

One of the officers, who carried a tool kit, said he was an explosives expert. He walked over to the package and took a number of gadgets from his box. First he held one of them up to the package, then another.

Finally he said, "I don't think it's a bomb. Let's open it."

Louise felt sheepish, but two minutes later she changed her mind. The package was filled with bottles. The officer took off the caps one by one and smelled the liquids inside.

He frowned. "They're various deadly acids," he declared. "If taken internally, any one of them could kill a person or cause a serious burn if it comes in contact with a skin."

"How awful!" Louise exclaimed. "Please take them with you. I hope you find Xavier Roundtree, because I'm sure he left the package, hoping to harm Tammi and the rest of us."

"We'll work on it," the bomb expert promised. "The department will also alert the state police and ask them to help keep this area under surveillance. Roundtree may return to see if the package is gone."

The officers drove off, and Louise continued to the Hodge house. When she told Aunt Harriet, Jean, and Tammi what happened, Miss Dana said in relief, "It's a good thing you were suspicious of that package. I feel better having the police doubling their efforts in this area."

During dinner time the cell phone rang. Tammi answered it. "Miss Mathilde?" she asked, then motioned for the others at the table to come and overhear what was being said.

"I'm a prisoner," the woman on the other end told her. "But I hope to be released soon. I'm terribly worried about you, Tammi. Are you all right?"

"I'm fine," Tammi replied. "My friends, the Danas, are taking me to their house every night, while a detective guards this place with his big police dog. The Danas and I come back in the morning and stay during the day."

The woman did not answer, and Jean whispered in Tammi's ear, "Ask her where she is."

Tammi did, but the caller hung up abruptly. The girl looked puzzled.

Aunt Harriet asked, "Are you sure that was Miss Mathilde?"

"Yes, it sounded just like her."

"Obviously," Louise said, "her phony kidnappers made her call to find out what's going on here."

Tammi was embarrassed. "I suppose I shouldn't have told her anything."

The Danas agreed but said nothing. They did not want to upset Tammi anymore than she already was.

"Don't worry," Jean advised. "Just imagine, if Miss Mathilde's kidnappers were planning to come to the house, they won't dare now because they know the place is well guarded."

Tammi sighed. "I hope they never had any such plans. Things are scary enough as it is."

Just then Homer began to bark wildly. The girls rushed outside to see why and noticed two small boys walking toward the house some distance away.

"Can we help you?" Louise called out.

The boys stopped, and one of them replied, "We're selling cookies for our club. Would you like some? But you have to hold your dog."

"Okay," Jean said and grabbed Homer by the collar. "Just don't come any closer."

Aunt Harriet went into the house for money. She gave it to Tammi and told her to pick out something.

Tammi walked up to one of the boys and selected one box of vanilla and one box of chocolate. The taller of the boys said, "We just saw a man with a dog like yours, only bigger."

"Where was he?" Tammi asked.

"On the road near your lane," the boy replied. "He had a dog on a leash that was really a chain and he told us not to come near, otherwise the dog would attack us."

"You'd better be careful," Tammi advised the boys, then they said good-by and left.

Tammi returned to the house and told the Danas what the boys had said, while Jean opened he box of chocolate cookies.

"I don't like the sound of it," Aunt Harriet remarked. "I wonder if the man brought the dog here for exercise, or---"

At that moment they all heard Homer growl. They rushed to the window and looked out.

"Oh, no!" Louise cried.

A large vicious dog was attacking Homer. Tammi and the Danas hurried outside.

"Stop! Stop!" Aunt Harriet ordered the animals.

They paid no attention. They were snarling, yelping, and biting each other. Louise recalled what the little boy had told her. No doubt this was the dog he had seen. But where was his owner?

She looked around. Half-hidden behind the trees she spotted a strange man holding a chain. "Please take you dog away!" Louise screamed. He paid no attention.

Meanwhile, Jean frantically tried to figure out a way to stop a fight. "Tammi," she cried, "we'll have to do something, or Homer will get hurt!"

"I know," Tammi said. "But what?"

"Maybe they'll stop if we spray them with water. Is there a hose around?"

"Yes. It's rolled beside the house. I'll get it."

Tammi raced off and Jean followed. The hose was connected to an outdoor faucet. Tammi turned the water on full force, while Jean grabbed the hose and ran forward with it. She aimed the stream at the two German shepherds.

The animals paid little attention to it and kept on snarling and biting. Jean adjusted the nozzle to get a thinner but stronger stream. However, the only effect it had was to make the dogs turn around so the water hit the backs of their heads instead of their eyes.

"It won't work!" Jean cried out in dismay. "Tammi, you may as well turn the water off."

Tammi did, then ran up to her friend. "What are we going to do? Look, they're biting at each other worse than ever!"

Aunt Harriet had an idea. "Perhaps they'll react to noise," she said and ran into the house. In the kitchen she grabbed two saucepans and hurried outside again. Banging the pans loudly together, she approached the dogs.

The noise startled Tammi and Jean, but the animals paid no attention. The killing fight just went on!