The Orchard Secret

  CHAPTER XII Midnight Mishap

  Arden's slippered feet pad-padded up the dark stairs like small, softenedtrip-hammers as she hurried away from the telephone to inform Terry ofthe good news that Sim was safe and on her way.

  She pushed open the door of 513 and shut it quickly behind her, pantingand excited from her swift upward flight.

  "Terry! Terry!" she began breathlessly. "It was Sim--on the phone. Italked to her!"

  "Oh--good! Is she--all right?"

  "Yes. She didn't have time to talk much. She was 'way up in Larchmont.Said she'd explain everything later. She is coming back around midnight,and she wants us to watch for her and let her in."

  "What was she doing in Larchmont?" the practical Terry wanted to know.

  "I can't guess," replied Arden. "We'll have to wait until we see her. Shesaid she was all right and nothing had happened. I can hardly wait untilshe gets here."

  "Midnight," murmured Terry. "We'll have to stand our turns at watch asthey do aboard ships. Now that I know Sim is safe, I'm suddenly verysleepy. How is she coming--train?"

  "No. She's driving. We'll have to listen for a car. She thought she'dbetter walk in from the entrance instead of having the car drive rightup, so no one would hear. They'll toot the horn so we'll know." Ardenwent to the window and gazed at the black scene below.

  "It's absolutely dark out," she continued. "I hope we'll be able to seethe lights of the car as it comes up the road. We'd better get undressedin case anyone comes in."

  "All right," Terry agreed. "I'll take the first watch. Let's make them anhour each. You sleep until I call you. I'll sit here on the window seat.If I go to sleep I'll probably fall off, and that will wake me up."

  Quickly they got into their pajamas. Terry put on a robe and slippers andcurled herself on the window seat.

  "I never remember a blacker or stiller night," she remarked. "I'm gladSim isn't alone. She's with friends of her father's."

  "Do you suppose we can let her in all right? What if we can't get thedoor open?" Arden asked nervously.

  "I'll think that possibility out while I'm on watch. You go to sleep asquickly as you can. Don't worry so much, Arden. You'll be gray bymorning!"

  "I'll be exhausted by morning, anyhow. However, toodle-oo--sailor,beware, and all that sort of thing! I'm going to try to get some rest."

  There was not a sound in the room for at least five minutes when Terrysuddenly flung a tennis ball with a thudding crash at a marauding mouse.The ball, one of a supply of such ammunition kept in readiness for justthis contingency, bounced a few times and rolled under a bed as themouse, with a protesting squeak, darted back into a hole beneath thebaseboard.

  The college had settled for the night. The appearance of the mouse wasone proof of this.

  Terry tried not to be too comfortable and kept shifting her position onthe window seat. It was getting cold, so she pulled a blanket off her bedand wrapped it around her. The next thing she remembered someone wasshaking her to wakefulness. It was Arden.

  "Fine sailor you are! You were sound asleep! Sim might be trying to getin. You get in bed, Terry. I'll watch."

  "No," sleepily.

  "Yes," firmly.

  "Oh--all right, Captain. Let's see how you make out. Anyhow, she can't behere yet--it's too early."

  Terry rolled herself into the bed, and Arden took her place on theuncomfortable window seat. After a few minutes there she leaned forwardand pressed the side of her face to the cold, dark glass in order to lookas far as possible to the east, the direction from which the travelingcar would come. But the highway beyond the college grounds showed noblinking lights, so Arden drew her knees up to her chin under her robeand stared moodily out into the night.

  What was going to come of all this, she wondered?

  What might happen if Sim were caught was too disheartening to think of,so Arden tried to piece together the events of the afternoon in a braveeffort to keep awake.

  The whole affair had so many missing links, though. It was just Sim'susual good luck that she was not missed by Mrs. Malvern when the girlsreturned to school.

  "Oh, dear!" sighed Arden at the thought of how she and Terry would havebeen put to it to explain. But they had not been obliged to do anyexplaining--so far.

  The mouse, grown bolder in the silent darkness, was conducting arustling, rattling search among some papers on a desk for tasty crumbs.Arden got up quietly and reached for another tennis ball. As she stood upshe looked once more toward the highway and waited in strained tenseness.

  Yes, she was sure of it. Far down the road a light bounced about as aspeeding car neared the college.

  "Terry! Terry!" Arden whispered. "I think they're coming! Wake up!"

  Terry was up in an instant and glided over to the window.

  "It's a car, sure enough. But we'd better make certain before we startdown. Keep watch while I fasten the belt of my robe."

  "I will," whispered Arden.

  "Is it stopping at the far gate?"

  "No, it's going on. Oh, no, it isn't, either. It hasn't passed the gate.It must be Sim! We'll give her a few seconds to get out and walk up thedrive. I hope she knows enough to stay on the grass and not on thatcrunchy gravel."

  "Trust Sim for that," murmured Terry. "Now I'm ready. But give Sim timeto get to the door. We don't want to wait down in the dark lower hall anylonger than we have to."

  "No. Come on! And don't use your flashlight unless you have to."

  Cautiously Arden opened the door and, followed by Terry, stepped out intothe dark corridor which seemed to stretch for miles and miles the lengthof the building, disappearing into blackness at the end. At the top ofthe first flight of stairs leading down from the floor of the 513 roomwas a small light bulb doing its little best to dispel the gloom.

  Holding hands, Arden and Terry tiptoed down the first flight. Arden'sfree hand slid noiselessly along the polished banister rail. Now and thenthe stairs creaked and snapped with what seemed to be the noise of a gun.

  They stopped to rest at the first landing, not so much from physicalweariness as from the nervous strain. On the first and several otherlandings was a large window facing the distant orchard. The orchard wasnow only a black blur but Arden and Terry thought they could see thegnarled trees beneath which they, with Sim, had been so frightened on theoccasion of the hazing.

  "I wouldn't go down there now for anything!" whispered Terry.

  "Down where? Do you mean to let Sim in?"

  "No, I mean that awful orchard. What do you suppose is in there, Arden?"

  "I wish I knew. No, I don't. Let's don't talk about it now."

  "The subject isn't very heartening in the present circumstances," agreedTerry in queer little gulps.

  They tiptoed down to the next floor. Every now and then they halted,trembling, waiting for some door to open and lead to their discovery. Butthe other students must, indeed have been sleeping the sleep of the just,for Arden and Terry eventually reached the lower entrance hall withoutmishap.

  The ground glass of the heavy front doors showed a little lighter thanthe surrounding wooden frames. Arden was there, fumbling with theold-fashioned key. Terry was watching apprehensively.

  Suddenly two dark figures were outlined on the glass of the door. One wasthat of Sim!

  "I'll have it open in a moment, Sim!" Arden panted, working desperatelywith the key. "It's turning now!"

  "And none too soon!" whispered Terry. "Oh, I'm so frightened!"

  The lock clicked. Arden turned the knob and pulled the heavy door inward,just far enough to admit Sim, who slithered in with the speed of awind-blown leaf. Thrusting her gloved hand out through the opening crackshe had slid through, while Arden braced herself to prevent the portalfrom swinging too far back, Sim waved to someone unseen and hoarselywhispered:

  "Good-night, Mr. Newman! I'm all right now. Thank you a thousand times!I'll write to Mrs. Newman. Good-bye!"

  With all Arden's ca
re she could not hold the heavy door firmly enough toprevent a deep though not loud banging sound as it closed.

  "Arden!" gasped Terry.

  "I couldn't help it. Quick! Help me turn this key back. It's so stiff!"Terry gave her aid. Then the two turned to the midnight entrant in thedark precincts of Cedar Ridge.

  "Sim!" whispered Arden, flinging her arms about her chum.

  "Oh, Arden!" returned the wanderer.

  "Come on, you two!" Terry interrupted. "We're not safe yet. Take off yourshoes, Sim, you bad girl!"

  Sim bent down to comply with this cautionary advice, but suddenly stoodcrouched, frozen with dismay. That noise could be from only one cause.

  Someone was coming down the stairs!

  Even as the three frightened freshmen realized this, a white face wasoutlined by a gleaming electric torch on the landing above them. A voice,high-pitched in anger, floated down to them.

  "What is the meaning of this?"

  It was the dean looking like Lady Macbeth, holding an electric candleabove and in front of her, so that the gleam made curious shadows on herstern face. And above all other possible colors she was wearing a ceriserobe! Perhaps deans were secretly like that.

  "Go to your room at once and report to me in the morning!"

  Lady Authority turned with all her dignity and swept away, while thegirls, with consternation knocking at their hearts, crept up the stairsto the harbor of their room.