Mystery Stories for Girls
By
ROY J. SNELL
The Reilly & Lee Co.
Chicago New York
Printed in the United States of America
Copyright, 1928
by
The Reilly & Lee Co.
All Rights Reserved
It was night on Casco Bay off the coast ofMaine. There was no moon. Stars were hiddenby a fine haze. The distant harbor lightsof Portland, eight of them, gleaming faintlyin pairs like yellow cat’s eyes, served only tointensify the blackness of the water and thenight.
Ruth Bracket’s arms moved backward andforward in rhythmic motion. She was rowing,yet no sound came from her oarlocks. Oarsand oarlocks were padded. She liked it bestthat way. Why? Mystery—that magic word“mystery.” How she loved it!
In the stern of the little punt sat slim, black-haired,dark-eyed Betty Bronson, a city girlfrom the heart of America who was enjoyingher first summer on the coast of Maine.
Betty, too, loved mystery. And into her lifeand that of her stout seashore girl companion