“Oh! Oh!” she screamed. “It’s terrible! Down here—in the cellar——!”
(Frontispiece) (THE MYSTERY OF JOCKEY HOLLOW)

MYSTERY OF
JOCKEY HOLLOW

By
CLEO F. GARIS

A. L. BURT COMPANY
Publishers
New York Chicago

The Arden Blake Mystery Series

BY CLEO F. GARIS

The Orchard Secret
Mystery of Jockey Hollow
Missing at Marshlands

COPYRIGHT, 1934, BY
A. L. Burt Company

Mystery of Jockey Hollow

PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

Contents

CHAPTER PAGE

I Fleeing in Alarm 7

II The Ghost Mansion 20

III Arden Wonders 30

IV Seeing the Dead 42

V Baffled 53

VI Introducing Granny 61

VII Trial by Jury 68

VIII The Ghost of Patience 75

IX A Warning 86

X The Missing Man 91

XI Callahan Collapses 98

XII A Strange Discovery 103

XIII Betty and the Books 113

XIV How Did It Happen? 120

XV Jim Doesn’t Know 130

XVI A Surprise 140

XVII Some Real Investigating 148

XVIII The Figure in Red 157

XIX Santa Claus 168

XX Harry Hears Something 178

XXI Rift in the Clouds 185

XXII Arden’s Idea 193

XXIII Mistletoe 205

XXIV A Strange Woman 214

XXV The Christmas Party 223

XXVI Two Ghosts 230

XXVII Frightened Screams 237

XXVIII Falling Stones 243

CHAPTER I
Fleeing in Alarm

The proud old house rang with excitement. Nor was there any attempt to suppress it. When no one but the three girls, the faithful Moselle, and her daughter Althea were in it, there seemed no reason to go all the way up to Sim’s room when a lusty shout up the stairs would answer the same purpose. So Terry Landry stood with one foot on the bottom step, leaned against the banister, and again tried to make Sim hear her above the blatant music coming from the radio in the library where Arden Blake was supposed to be listening, but Arden, instead, was curled up in a big chair reading a book of ghost stories.

“Oh, Arden! Will you please turn off that radio just a moment while I call Sim?” Terry spoke in those evenly spaced, overly quiet tones sometimes effectively used to prevent one’s temper from taking flight.

“Hu—u—um!” came from the library as the radio was switched off. “What’s the trouble?”

“No trouble at all. Only I’ve shouted three times for Sim to come down and get this letter. But she must be asleep or something.”

“Letter? Let’s see!” Arden reluctantly closed the book she had been reading, uncurled herself from the depths of the chair, and came out in the hall to Terry, who said:

“It just came, and it’s postmarked New York.