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قراءة كتاب The Secret Pact
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The Secret
Pact
By
MILDRED A. WIRT
Author of
MILDRED A. WIRT MYSTERY STORIES
TRAILER STORIES FOR GIRLS
Illustrated
CUPPLES AND LEON COMPANY
Publishers
NEW YORK
PENNY PARKER
MYSTERY STORIES
Large 12 mo. Cloth Illustrated
TALE OF THE WITCH DOLL
THE VANISHING HOUSEBOAT
DANGER AT THE DRAWBRIDGE
BEHIND THE GREEN DOOR
CLUE OF THE SILKEN LADDER
THE SECRET PACT
THE CLOCK STRIKES THIRTEEN
THE WISHING WELL
SABOTEURS ON THE RIVER
GHOST BEYOND THE GATE
HOOFBEATS ON THE TURNPIKE
VOICE FROM THE CAVE
GUILT OF THE BRASS THIEVES
SIGNAL IN THE DARK
WHISPERING WALLS
SWAMP ISLAND
THE CRY AT MIDNIGHT
COPYRIGHT, 1941, BY CUPPLES AND LEON CO.
The Secret Pact
PRINTED IN U. S. A.
SUDDENLY PENNY’S EYES FELL UPON THE UPPERMOST LINE OF THE FRONT PAGE.
“The Secret Pact” (See Page 53)
CONTENTS
- CHAPTER PAGE
- 1 ABOARD THE GOODTIME 1
- 2 THE RIVER’S VICTIM 11
- 3 THE OCTOPUS TATTOO 19
- 4 A PROSPECTIVE TENANT 27
- 5 COBWEBS AND RUST 36
- 6 HEADLINES AND HEADACHES 45
- 7 PETER FENESTRA 54
- 8 THE STORM CAVE 62
- 9 A FALLEN TREE 70
- 10 A WORD TO THE WISE 77
- 11 MR. JUDSON’S DAUGHTER 85
- 12 OLD HORNEY 91
- 13 PAPER PROBLEMS 101
- 14 AN EMPTY BEDROOM 109
- 15 INFORMATION FROM TILLIE 116
- 16 BEHIND THE LILACS 123
- 17 THE ART OF TATTOO 131
- 18 PAULETTA’S EXPLANATION 138
- 19 MRS. WEEMS’ REPORT 150
- 20 PICNIC BY MOONLIGHT 159
- 21 ELLIS SAAL’S CUSTOMER 167
- 22 GHOSTS OF THE PAST 176
- 23 PENNY’S PLIGHT 185
- 24 A BARRIER OF FLAMES 193
- 25 SAILORS’ REVENGE 201
CHAPTER
1
ABOARD THE GOODTIME
A blanket of fog, thick and damp, swirled about the decks of the excursion steamer, Goodtime, cautiously plying its course down the river. At intervals, above the steady throb of the ship’s engines, a fog horn sounded its mournful warning to small craft.
“I hope we don’t collide with another boat before we make the dock,” remarked Louise Sidell who stood at the railing with her chum, Penelope Parker.
“That would be a perfect ending for an imperfect day,” returned Penny, fitting her coat collar more snugly about her throat.
“An imperfect day! I call it a miserable one. Rain and fog! Rain and fog! It’s made my hair as straight as the shortest distance between two points.”
“Mine’s as kinky as wool.” Impatiently Penny brushed a ringlet of golden hair from her eyes. “Well, shall we go inside again?”
“No, I’d rather freeze than be a wallflower,” the dark-eyed girl responded gloomily. “We haven’t been asked to dance once this evening.”
“That’s because we came without our own crowd, Lou. Except for that couple yonder, we’re practically the only persons aboard