The Secret of the Mansion (17 page)

Read The Secret of the Mansion Online

Authors: Julie Campbell

Tags: #Mystery, #YA, #Trixie Belden, #Julie Campbell

BOOK: The Secret of the Mansion
11.48Mb size Format: txt, pdf, ePub

her head, almost as if she knew the other horses were making fun of her.

 

“Hello, girls,” Mr. Lytell greeted. “Had a picnic, I see.” “We just finished,” Honey said. “It’s a lovely day, isn’t it?”

 

“Too hot for my Belle,” he said, patting the gray’s neck. “Pretty far from home, aren’t you?”

 

“I don’t know,” Trixie said. “Are we?”

 

He poked at his glasses. “Lost, huh? Well, just follow me, and I’ll show you the way back.”

 

“Oh, no, thanks,” Trixie said hastily. “We’re not ready to go home yet.”

 

“Just as you say.” He picked up the reins, and Belle obediently stumbled forward. “But this trail is like a maze. It goes round and round, crossing and

recrossing

 

195 176 itself. You could be lost for hours if you’re not familiar with the landmarks.” He waved to them with his crop. “We may meet up again.”

 

“I hope we don’t,” Trixie said under her breath as he disappeared through the trees. She whistled and Jim came riding back across the brook.

 

“It was Mr. Lytell,” Trixie said. “We’ve got to be careful. He knows everybody for miles around, and he doesn’t miss a thing that goes on. He’s a regular

old gossip.”

 

“What direction did he take?” Jim asked. “The same way we came.”

 

“Then we’d better take this fork,” Jim said. “I’m taking no chances. Sooner or later, Jonesy’ll come snooping around here, and it would be too bad if Mr.

Lytell was able to describe me.” He nudged Jupiter into a canter. “That’s the trouble with having red hair. Nobody ever misses it.”

 

They rode along single file for about twenty minutes and stopped when they came to another fork in the bridle trail. “I don’t know which way to go now,”

Jim said. ‘Any ideas, Trixie?”

 

Trixie shook her head. ‘As far as I’m concerned, we’ve been lost for hours. I’ve never been this far into these woods.”

 

196 177 “If we could see the river,” Jim said thoughtfully, “I’d know what to do. But we’re so far down in the valley I doubt if I could see it even if

I climbed a tree.” He squinted up at the sky. “Well, the sun’s beginning to set, so that way’s west. We want to go north so let’s take this fork and see

what happens.”

 

An hour passed, and Trixie began to realize that she was not as experienced a rider as the others. Her back ached, and her legs felt numb and stiff. “Golly,”

she groaned, “I’m so tired I could fall out of the saddle and go right to sleep on the ground. How near are we to home, Jim?”

 

Jim frowned. “This is a regular labyrinth! The trail goes round and round in circles. We haven’t been getting anywhere since we took that right-hand fork.”

 

“Well, here’s the brook,” cried Honey, who was in the lead. “Maybe if we follow it, we’ll get back to where we had lunch.” She turned around in the saddle.

“This looks sort of famil-“

 

At that moment, Strawberry placed his foot in a hole and stumbled. Before Honey could turn back and gather up the reins, the horse went down on his knees,

so violently that Honey pitched over his head. Strawberry quickly scrambled to his feet and, finding himself riderless, set off at a run with Jim, on Jupiter,

 

198 178 after him. Trixie slid off Lady’s back and hurried to help Honey to her feet.

 

“I’m all right,” Honey said. “It was dumb of me to let the reins get so slack. If I hadn’t been careless, I could have pulled Strawberry up before he stumbled

so badly.”

 

“I’m glad to know that even good riders fall off, sometimes,” Trixie said, grinning.

 

Honey rubbed her ankle. “Trixie, I hope Jim catches Strawberry. We’re probably miles from home.”

 

It seemed like hours that they waited, and the sun got so low in the sky that it was twilight under the heavy branches of the evergreens. “I’m too tired

to move,” Trixie said, at last, “but I think we’d better start back. Jim’s probably lost us by now.”

 

They started off, leading Lady between them, and then Trixie noticed that Honey was limping. “Honey,” she cried. “You’ve hurt yourself. Let me see your

leg.”

 

Honey rolled up her blue jeans, and Trixie saw that her ankle was swelling above her shoe. “It’s nothing,” Honey said. “Just a wrench. I can manage.”

 

“It must hurt like the dickens,” Trixie said. “You get up on Lady. You shouldn’t walk on it until it’s strapped. Dad can do it for you when we get home.”

 

“If we ever get home.” Honey giggled. “I feel like an

 

199 179 awful dope sitting up here with you walking. It was my horse that ran away, not yours.”

 

“They’re both your horses,” Trixie reminded her, with a laugh. “Anyway, I feel so stiff and sc)re I don’t think I could climb into a saddle.”

 

“Well, here comes somebody,” Honey said, listening to hoof beats just ahead of them. “I wouldn’t even mind if it was Mr. Lytell at this point. I’d hate

to spend the night in these woods.”

 

And then they saw that it was Jim on Jupiter, leading Strawberry. “I had to circle around to head him off,” he explained. “That’s what took so long. As

it was, I didn’t catch him until he was just a few yards from Glen Road. Anyway,” he finished, “Strawberry showed me the way back.”

 

“Honey twisted her ankle when she fell,” ‘Trixie told Jim. “I’ll ride Strawberry back.”

 

“Oh, no, you won’t.” Honey slid out of the saddle, wincing as her ankle touched the ground. “Remember our promise to Regan.”

 

“I forgot,” Trixie admitted as Jim helped Honey mount Strawberry. “Oh, quick, Jim, somebody’s coming.” But it was too late for Jim to hide, and in a minute

 

Mr. Lytell appeared on a narrow path off the main trail. “So we meet again,” he said, staring curiously at

 

200 180 Jim. “That’s a beautiful horse. I think I saw your father riding him early Friday morning.”

 

A dull red crept up Jim’s cheeks to his ears, and Trixie could guess how he hated acting a lie.

 

Honey said with quick tact, “Dad was out on Jupiter Friday, Mr. Lytell. He went to Canada Saturday night. Mother can’t stand this heat, you know.”

 

“I can’t stand it myself.” Mr. Lytell began polishing his glasses. “The perspiration fogs up my specs so I can’t see.” He peered nearsightedly at Jim. “You

don’t look much like your sister, do you?”

 

“We don’t look at all alike,” Honey said truthfully, and Trixie felt nervous laughter bubbling up inside her. Jim’s face was almost as red as his hair as

he silently swung up on Jupiter. “We’d better start for home,” he mumbled uncomfortably.

 

“Yes, indeed,” Mr. Lytell nudged Belle into a walk. “It’s time for me to go to the train for the city papers. I’m taking the short cut to the store, but

you youngsters had better stick to the trail.”

 

They watched him move slowly through the trees, and Trixie sighed with relief. “Whew! He’s so nosy. Honey, you were wonderful to let him go on thinking

Jim was your brother.”

 

Jim’s jaw was set. “And this is just the beginning,”

 

201 181 he thought out loud, his green eyes dark with misery. “It’ll be one lie after another, I guess, if I don’t want to get caught.” He slumped in the

saddle. “I don’t think I can stand it.”

 

Trixie felt a quick pang of sympathy. She hated to lie herself and remembered how miserable she always felt whenever she evaded the truth. “You didn’t really

lie, Jim,” she tried to comfort him. “And neither did Honey. That nosy old man had no business prying in your business, anyway.”

 

Jim straightened. “Well, I’m not going to lie when I apply for a job as a junior counselor. I couldn’t live with myself if I did.”

 

“But,” Honey objected, “they won’t hire you if they find out you ran away from home, will they?”

 

“That remains to be seen.” Jim shrugged. “I’m strong, and I’m good with animals. They’ll give me a job on a cattle boat without asking any questions. I’d

like to see Europe, anyway.”

 

They rode back to the Mansion in a depressed silence.

 

“Thanks a lot,” Jim said as he handed Jupiter’s reins to Honey. “If I shouldn’t see you again, I want you to know how much I appreciate all you two did

for me.”

 

“Now, Jim.” Honey’s huge hazel eyes clouded with

 

202 182 tears. “Promise you won’t go away without first letting us know.”

 

“I can’t promise anything,” he said almost brusquely and vaulted in through the window.

 

Regan was waiting for the girls at the stable. “You’ve been gone a lot longer than you thought you would,” he said, trying to hide his anxiety. “Have any

trouble?”

 

Honey told him about her fall, and Regan carefully examined her ankle. “I’ll strap that up for you, so it won’t bother you at all.” He glanced out of one

eye at Trixie. “You look all in,” he told her. “I’ll give Lady her rubdown. Run along home, now.”

 

“Thanks,” Trixie murmured and went wearily down the road.

 

Trixie was so tired she didn’t see how she was going to make herself feed the chickens, but somehow she managed to throw out the grain and gather the eggs.

As she came out of the coop, she saw her father putting his car away in the garage. “Any news of Mr. Frayne, Dad?” she called out.

 

Mr. Belden closed the doors to the garage before replying. “Yes,” he said soberly. “He died this afternoon.”

 

203 183

 

Unwelcome Guests

 

“Oh, Dad.” Trixie looked up at the Mansion, thinking, Poor Jim! He’s alone in the world, now. Even if Mr Frayne was a mean old miser, at least he was somebody

Jim felt he belonged to. Aloud she asked her father, “Did he say anything before he died? About a will, I mean.”

 

“No.” Mr. Belden looked grave. “He never regained consciousness. We’re still trying to locate some member of his family, but so far without success. There

was a nephew, I remember; but he died about five years ago, and nobody knows what became of his widow.” He walked slowly beside Trixie to the house. “It’s

too bad, because there’s no mortgage on that property and it’s worth at least ten thousand dollars. The widow and her children, if there are any, would

inherit it.”

 

“Where are they looking for her, Dad?” Trixie asked.

 

“Mainly in Rochester, where she was living at the time of her husband’s death; but, so far, all the Frayne’s we’ve contacted in New York state do not belong

to the same family.”

 

204 184 It was on the tip of Trixie’s tongue to suggest that maybe the widow had married again, but she thought better of it and said nothing. Such a trail

would lead straight to Jonesy, which was the one thing Jim wanted to avoid.

 

Trixie did her chores early the next morning and raced up the hill to bring Jim the latest news.

 

“He’s dead, Jim,” she said quietly. “I’m awfully sorry. I wish there was something I could do.”

 

Jim stared down at the toe of his moccasin. “They’re trying to find your mother,” Trixie said uncomfortably.

 

“Then that settles it,” Jim said. “Sooner or later, jonesy will appear on the scene. I’d better be on my way now.

 

‘Jim, please.” Trixie thought she couldn’t stand it if Jim went off by himself. “It’s all so unfair. This place belongs to you now, and there’s no reason

why you shouldn’t have the money from the sale of it.” She stopped as a heavy droning sound filled the air, and, looking up, she saw a squadron of airplanes

approaching from the north.

 

As they stared up at the sky, one of the planes dropped out of formation and began flying very low. “Looks like it’s going to land somewhere,” Jim said.

 

205 185 “Golly, it’s turning over and over! That doesn’t look like a stunt to me! Wonder if the pilot’s having trouble?”

 

As he spoke, there was the deafening sound of an explosion and the plane burst into flames. It hurtled through the air, careening dangerously close to the

Wheelers’ house; then, shooting flames and roaring like a dozen fire engines, it crashed into the woods on the other side of Glen Road.

 

Trixie was so horrified that she didn’t realize that she had clutched Jim’s arm and was yelling at the top of her lungs. Then she saw something white up

in the sky and realized, with relief, that the pilot had bailed out before the plane exploded.

 

“The wind’s blowing in this direction,” Jim said. “He’s bound to come down somewhere near here.”

 

Already, the parachute was floating just above the trees on the wooded hill, and in a minute it passed over their heads so close to where they were standing

that they could see the tense face of the young pilot. Then the folds of the ‘chute became entangled in the branches of a tall tree on the east side of

the Mansion. Jim and Trixie raced across the clearing and through the field. The pilot was perched on a branch of the tree, unbuckling his ‘chute.

 

206 186 Trixie gazed up at him. “Are you hurt?” she called breathlessly.

 

His face was pale, but he grinned as he climbed to the ground. “No, but, boy, oh, boy, I thought I was going to be. I don’t know what happened to that engine,

but I bailed out just in time.” He leaned weakly against the tree trunk. “I am a little shaky. Where am 1, anyway?”

 

“You’re on the Frayne place,” Trixie told him. “I’m Trixie Belden, and I live down in the hollow. This is She turned around to introduce Jim. “Why, he’s

gone.”

Other books

The River by Cheryl Kaye Tardif
Isis' Betrayal by Brenda Trim, Tami Julka
Unknown by Unknown
Tailspin by Elizabeth Goddard
Killing Casanova by Traci McDonald
Breakout by Kevin Emerson
Acadian Star by Helene Boudreau
Zonas Húmedas by Charlotte Roche
Protected by the Major by Anne Herries