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قراءة كتاب Hoofbeats on the Turnpike
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Hoofbeats
on the Turnpike
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, 1944, BY CUPPLES AND LEON CO.
Hoofbeats on the Turnpike
PRINTED IN U. S. A.
“I’ve been robbed!” Mrs. Lear proclaimed wildly.
“Hoofbeats on the Turnpike” (See Page 100)
CONTENTS
- CHAPTER PAGE
- 1 OLD MAN OF THE HILLS 1
- 2 PLANS 9
- 3 INTO THE VALLEY 18
- 4 A STRANGER OF THE ROAD 28
- 5 SLEEPY HOLLOW ESTATE 40
- 6 GHOSTS AND WITCHES 48
- 7 BED AND BOARD 60
- 8 A RICH MAN’S TROUBLES 70
- 9 STRAIGHT FROM THE SHOULDER 78
- 10 BARN DANCE 86
- 11 THE HEADLESS HORSEMAN 93
- 12 PREMONITIONS 101
- 13 RAIN 107
- 14 A MOVING LIGHT 116
- 15 INTO THE WOODS 126
- 16 A FRUITLESS SEARCH 134
- 17 ACCUSATIONS 140
- 18 FLOOD WATERS 151
- 19 TRAGEDY 158
- 20 EMERGENCY CALL 165
- 21 A MYSTERY EXPLAINED 175
- 22 WANTED—A WIRE 184
- 23 TOLL LINE TO RIVERVIEW 192
- 24 A BIG STORY 199
- 25 MISSION ACCOMPLISHED 205
CHAPTER
1
OLD MAN OF THE HILLS
A girl in crumpled linen slacks skidded to a fast stop on the polished floor of the Star business office. With a flourish, she pushed a slip of paper through the bars of the treasurer’s cage. She grinned beguilingly at the man who was totaling a long column of figures.
“Top o’ the morning, Mr. Peters,” she chirped. “How about cashing a little check for me?”
The bald-headed, tired looking man peered carefully at the crisp rectangle of paper. Regretfully he shook his head.
“Sorry, Miss Parker. I’d like to do it, but orders are orders. Your father said I wasn’t to pass out a penny without his okay.”
“But I’m stony broke! I’m destitute!” The blue eyes became eloquent, pleading. “My allowance doesn’t come due for another ten days.”
“Why not talk it over with your father?”
Penny retrieved the check and tore it to bits. “I’ve already worked on Dad until I’m blue in the face,” she grumbled. “Talking to a mountain gives one a lot more satisfaction.”
“Now you know your father gives you almost everything you want,” the treasurer teased. “You have a car of your own—”
“And no gas to run it,” Penny cut