The realization that in all likelihood Mrs. Marborough had sold her valuable antiques to the second-hand dealer was disconcerting to Louise as well as Penny. They did not believe that Mr. b.u.t.terworth would pay a fractional part of the furniture's true value, and apparently the widow's only reason for parting with her treasures was an urgent need for money.

"Of course, I may have guessed wrong about it," Penny admitted as she and Louise started toward home. "Just to check up, I'll call at Mr.

b.u.t.terworth's shop tomorrow and see what I can learn."

"I wish we dared tell someone about the condition of the house," Louise said thoughtfully. "Why, if Mrs. Marborough is in need, Mother would help."

"So would Mrs. Weems," added Penny. "But we gave our promise not to reveal anything we saw. For the time-being, our hands are tied."

The events of the night had made the girls eager to return again to Rose Acres to search for the missing pearl necklace. They agreed that immediately after school the next afternoon they would call upon Mr.

b.u.t.terworth and then keep their appointment with the widow.

"Remember, we mustn't tell anyone what we have learned," Penny warned as she parted company with her chum. "Not even Rhoda."

Throughout the following day, both girls were so excited that they found it all but impossible to study. When the closing bell finally brought release, they bolted from the school building before any of their cla.s.smates could detain them.

"I have the address of Mr. b.u.t.terworth's shop," Penny said, consulting a paper. "It's not far from here."

The building proved to be a typical second-hand store with old tables and chairs piled in the windows along with cut gla.s.s and bric-a-brac.

Entering, the girls wandered about until a woman asked them if they were searching for anything in particular.

"We're interested in furniture," Penny explained. "Old pieces--antiques if we can find them."

"Come into the back room," the woman invited. "Mr. b.u.t.terworth bought a number of pieces just a few days ago. From one of Riverview's best homes too."

"Where was that?" inquired Louise.

"I didn't hear him mention the name. It was from a house that has been closed many years. The owner returned only a short time ago and is closing out everything."

The girls did not doubt that the furniture under discussion had been obtained from Rose Acres. They were certain of it as they viewed rosewood and mahogany chairs, imported mirrors, porcelain ornaments, ma.s.sive four-poster beds, sofas with damaged coverings, and handsome chests and bureaus. Penny ventured to price a few of the items. The amount asked was so low that she knew Mr. b.u.t.terworth had paid an extremely small sum to the widow. Making an excuse for not purchasing, she and Louise escaped to the street.

"There's no question about it," Penny declared as they set off for Rose Acres. "Mrs. Marborough sold her beautiful things to Mr. b.u.t.terworth."

"He can't appreciate their value or he never would offer them at such low prices," Louise added. "Anyone who buys those things will obtain wonderful bargains."

Penny nodded soberly. Lost in thought, she had little to say until the girls drew near Rose Acres.

"Don't let on to Mrs. Marborough that we've learned about the furniture,"

she warned. "It's really none of our affair if she sells her belongings."

The widow had been expecting the girls and had everything in readiness to explore the tunnel. While they searched it from end to end, she waited hopefully at the wishing well.

"Have you found anything?" she called several times.

"Not yet," Penny would reply patiently.

She and Louise laboriously examined every inch of the bricked pa.s.sageway but with fading hope. The walls were firm, giving no indication that anything ever had been hidden behind or within them. To have excavated the hard-packed dirt flooring was a task not to be considered at the moment.

"There's nothing here," Penny whispered to her chum. "I doubt that the pearls ever were hidden in this tunnel."

"Mrs. Marborough will be terribly disappointed," Louise replied in an undertone. "What shall we tell her?"

"We can pretend to keep on searching. Maybe if we prowl about this place for a few days, we'll have luck."

"The pearls were hidden near the wishing well. We have that much to go on."

"They may have disappeared years ago," Penny contributed pessimistically.

"To tell you the truth, I don't feel very hopeful about ever finding them."

Leaving the tunnel by means of the easier exit, the girls emerged into the bas.e.m.e.nt. They were preparing to climb the stairs to the first floor when Mrs. Marborough's voice reached their ears almost as plainly as if she were in the cellar.

"Louise! Penny! Are you all right?"

Startled by the clearness of the call, the girls paused on the stairway.

"Why, her voice came through as plainly as if she were in this room!"

Louise exclaimed. "You don't suppose Mrs. Marborough has ventured into the pa.s.sageway?"

Thoroughly alarmed, the girls raced up the stairway and out of the house into the yard. To their relief they saw Mrs. Marborough standing by the wishing well, peering anxiously down.

"Oh, here you are!" she murmured as they ran up. "I was beginning to get worried. The last time I called you did not answer."

"We were down in the bas.e.m.e.nt," Penny explained. "Mrs. Marborough, your voice came through to us as plainly as if you were in the pa.s.sage."

The disclosure did not seem to surprise the widow, for she smiled and said:

"I've always known that sound carried from the well to the house. In fact, in past years I found it amusing to listen to conversations carried on by persons who never dreamed that their words were overheard."

"Then that explains why so many wishes which were made here at the well came true!" Penny cried. "You were the Good Fairy behind it all."

"Oh, now and then, if it pleased my fancy, I arranged to have a wish granted," Mrs. Marborough acknowledged, smiling grimly. "That was in the days when I had money--" she broke off and ended--"more than I have now, I mean."

"Mrs. Marborough, you must have heard those wishes we made the day of your return to Riverview," Penny said after a moment. "Were you responsible for sending a basket of food to Rhoda's people?"

"I am afraid I was."

"And did you grant Rhoda's second wish?" Louise asked quickly. "Did you have anything to do with getting her brother, Ted, a job?"

"Judge Harlan is an old friend of mine," Mrs. Marborough explained. "I merely wrote him a note suggesting that he would do me a favor by helping the boy if he found him worthy."

Although the widow's admission cleared up much of the mystery which had surrounded the old wishing well, Louise and Penny were dumbfounded, nevertheless. Never once had anyone in Riverview connected Mrs.

Marborough with a particularly charitable deed.

As if guessing their thoughts, the woman said sharply:

"Now mind, I'll not have you telling this around the town! I'm through with all such silly business, and I don't propose to have busybodies discuss whether or not I am addle-brained!"

"Why, Mrs. Marborough!" protested Louise. "It was a kind, generous thing to do."