CHAPTER 15 _A CAMEO PIN_
In dismay, the two girls watched the trinket settle slowly to the bottomof the pool.
"Oh, my beautiful pin," moaned Louise. "Aunt Lucinda gave it to me for mybirthday. I wouldn't have lost it for anything in the world."
"I guess it was my fault," Penny said self-accusingly.
"No, it wasn't. I must have been careless about fastening the clasp. WhenI leaned over it slipped off. Well, it's gone, and that's that."
The cameo pin had fallen into the deepest part of the pool not far fromwhere the alligator lay. The girls were unable to see it plainly becauseof the lily pads and plants which cluttered the water.
"If that old alligator would just behave himself we could wade in and getit easy," Penny said.
"Fancy trying it!"
"I'm afraid he would take special delight in snapping off an arm or aleg. And we don't dare ask anyone to help us get the pin or we'll beejected from the grounds as trespassers."
"We may as well forget about it, Penny. Come along, I'm sick of thisplace."
"No, wait, Louise. We might be able to fish it out with a stick."
"I don't think we'd have a chance."
"Anyway, it will do no harm to try."
Penny searched the woods until she found a long stick with a curve at theend. Lying flat on the flagstones at the edge of the pool she prodded forthe pin.
"I can touch it all right!" she cried. "I'll pull it over to the side."
"Be careful you don't tumble in," Louise warned, anxiously holding herchum by the waist. "If you should lose your balance--"
Penny hooked the cameo pin in the curve of the stick and began raising itinch by inch up the side of the pool.
"If I can get it up high enough reach down and snatch it," Penny advisedher chum. "Oh, shoot, there it goes!"
The pin had slipped away from the stick and settled once more on thebottom of the pool.
"You can't get it, Penny," Louise insisted. "You're making the alligatorall excited by prodding around."
"I don't care about _him_. I'll try once more if I can locate the pin. Itseems to be hiding from me now."
The water was so disturbed that Penny could not see the pin or the bottomof the pool. She waited several minutes for the dirt to settle and thengazed down once more.
"There it is!" she exclaimed. "It moved over quite a ways to the right."
Louise flattened herself beside Penny. "Oh, let the pin go," she said.
"No, I think I can get it. Say, there seems to be something else on thebottom of the pool."
"Where?"
Penny pointed, and then, as her chum still could not distinguishanything, parted the lily pads with her stick.
"Yes, I do see something now," Louise declared. "What can it be?"
"Doesn't it look like a metal ring?" Penny asked. She had lost allinterest in the cameo pin.
"Yes, it does. Someone probably threw it into the pool."
"But it looks to me as if it's attached to the bottom of the tank,embedded in the cement," Penny said. She bent closer to the water, tryingto see.
"Be careful," Louise warned nervously. "That alligator might come up andsnap off your nose."
Penny paid no heed.
"It is attached!" she announced in an excited voice. "Louise, do you knowwhat I think?"
"What?"
"It's the ring of a trapdoor!"
"A trapdoor!" Louise echoed incredulously.
"You can see for yourself that it's an iron ring."
"It does look a little like one from here," Louise admitted. "But whoeverheard of a trapdoor in a lily pool? No one but you would even think ofsuch a thing. It doesn't make sense."
"Does anything on this estate make sense?"
"The ring might have something to do with draining the pool," Louise saidwithout replying to her chum's question. "I suppose a section of the poolcould be lifted up and removed. But I'd never call it a trapdoor."
"I wish we could tell for sure what it is." Penny tried to prod the ringwith her stick but it was well beyond her reach. "Maybe the alligator hasa room down under the pool where he spends his winters!"
"You're simply filled with ideas today," Louise declared. "What about mypin? Shall we let it go?"
Reminded of her original task, Penny set to work once more, trying todraw the cameo to the edge of the tank. She was so deeply engrossed, thatshe jumped as her chum touched her on the arm.
"Listen, Penny, I think someone is coming!"
From the path at the right they could hear approaching footsteps and thelow murmur of voices.
Penny struggled to her feet, dropping the stick.
"We mustn't be caught here," she whispered.
Taking Louise's hand, she drew the girl into the dense bushes directlybehind the pool. Scarcely had they secreted themselves when SylviaKippenberg and the head gardener came into view. They seated themselveson a rustic bench not far from where the two girls stood.
"I had to talk with you," Sylvia said to the old man. "The police camethis morning and asked so many questions. Mother put them off but they'llbe back again."
"They didn't learn about the alligator?" the gardener asked gruffly.
"No, they came here but only stayed a few minutes. I don't think theynoticed anything wrong."
"Then that's all right."
"Their investigation is only beginning," Sylvia said nervously. "Motherand I both believe it would be wise to get rid of the alligator."
"Wise but not easy," the gardener replied.
"You'll see what you can do about it?"
"Yes. I'll try to get rid of him."
"Then I guess that's all," Sylvia said, but she made no move to leave.She sat staring moodily at the pool.
"Anything else on your mind?" asked the gardener.
"I--I wanted to ask you something, but I scarcely know how."
The gardener waited, watching the girl's face intently.
"You never liked Grant Atherwald," she began nervously.
"Say, what are you driving at?" the man asked quickly. "You're not tryingto hint that I had anything to do with Grant Atherwald's disappearance?"
The two faced each other and Sylvia's gaze was the first to fall.
"No, no, of course not," she said.
"I don't know any more about his disappearance than you do," the man toldher angrily. "I didn't even see him on the day of the wedding."
"But he came here. The wedding ring was found near the pool. Surely youmust have heard some sound for I know you were in this part of thegarden."
"Well, I didn't," the man said sullenly. "The only persons I saw were anewspaper photographer and a girl."
"Please don't take offense," Miss Kippenberg murmured, getting up fromthe bench. "I've been terribly upset these past few days."
She walked slowly to the edge of the pool. There she stopped short,staring down at an object which lay on the flagstones at her feet. It wasthe stick which Penny had dropped only a moment before.
"What have you found?" the gardener cried.
He went quickly to her side and took the damp stick from her hand.
"Someone has been here prying around," he said in a harsh voice. "Thiswas used to investigate the water in the pool."
"And whoever it was must be close by even now. Otherwise the stick wouldhave dried out in the sun."
"You go back to the house," the man commanded. "I'll look around."
In their hideout amid the bushes, Penny and Louise gazed at each otherwith chagrin. No word was spoken for even a whisper might have beenheard. With a common desire for escape, they glided with cat-like treadtoward the river.