"Oh, I hope so!" Hannah sighed. "Don't get discouraged, Nancy."
At this point Helen came into the hall, and as she passed Nancy on her way to the stairs, smiled at her friend. The young sleuth was about to ask Hannah to get the Drews' Tuesday copy of the River Heights Gazette when she heard a cracking noise overhead. Immediately she decided the ghost might be at work again.
"Hannah, I'll call you back later," Nancy said and put down the phone.
She had no sooner done this than Helen screamed, "Nancy, run! The ceiling!" She herself started for the front door.
Nancy, looking up, saw a tremendous crack in the ceiling just above the girls' heads. The next instant the whole ceiling crashed down on them! They were thrown to the floor.
"Oh!" Helen moaned. She was covered with lath and plaster, and had been hit hard on the head. But she managed to call out from under the debris, "Nancy, are you all right?" There was no answer.
The tremendous noise had brought Miss Flora and Aunt Rosemary on a run from the kitchen. They stared in horror at the scene before them. Nancy lay unconscious and Helen seemed too dazed to move.
"Oh my! Oh my!" Miss Flora exclaimed.
She and Aunt Rosemary began stepping over the lath and plaster, which by now had filled the air with dust. They sneezed again and again but made their way forward nevertheless.
Miss Flora, reaching Helen's side, started pulling aside chunks of broken plaster and lath. Finally, she helped her great-granddaughter to her feet.
"Oh, my dear, you're hurt!" she said solicitously.
"I'll—be—all right—in a minute," Helen insisted, choking with the dust. "But Nancy—"
Aunt Rosemary had already reached the unconscious girl. With lightning speed, she threw aside the debris which almost covered Nancy. Whipping a handkerchief from her pocket, she gently laid it over Nancy's face, so that she would not breathe in any more of the dust.
"Helen, do you feel strong enough to help me carry Nancy into the library?" she asked. "I'd like to lay her on the couch there."
"Oh, yes, Aunt Rosemary. Do you think Nancy is badly hurt?" she asked worriedly.
"I hope not."
At this moment Nancy stirred. Then her arm moved upward and she pulled the handkerchief from her face. She blinked several times as if unable to recall where she was.
"You'll be all right, Nancy," said Aunt Rosemary kindly. "But I don't want you to breathe this dust. Please keep the handkerchief over your nose." She took it from Nancy's hand and once more laid it across the girl's nostrils and mouth.
In a moment Nancy smiled wanly. "I remember now. The ceiling fell down."
"Yes," said Helen. "It knocked you out for a few moments. I hope you're not hurt."
Miss Flora, who was still sneezing violently, insisted that they all get out of the dust at once. She began stepping across the piles of debris, with Helen helping her. When they reached the library door, the elderly woman went inside.
Helen returned to help Nancy. But by this time her friend was standing up, leaning on Aunt Rosemary's arm. She was able to make her way across the hall to the library. Aunt Rosemary suggested calling a doctor, but Nancy said this would not be necessary.
"I'm so thankful you girls weren't seriously hurt," Miss Flora said. "What a dreadful thing this is! Do you think the ghost is responsible?"
Her daughter replied at once. "No, I don't. Mother, you will recall that for some time we have had a leak in the hall whenever it rained. And the last time we had a storm, the whole ceiling was soaked. I think that weakened the plaster and it fell of its own accord."
Miss Flora remarked that a new ceiling would be a heavy expense for them. "Oh dear, more troubles all the time. But I still don't want to part with my home."
Nancy, whose faculties by now were completely restored, said with a hint of a smile, "Well, there's one worry you might not have any more, Miss Flora."
"What's that?"
"Mr. Gomber," said Nancy, "may not be so interested in buying this property when he sees what happened."
"Oh, I don't know," Aunt Rosemary spoke up. "He's pretty persistent."
Nancy said she felt all right now and suggested that she and Helen start cleaning up the hall.
Miss Flora would not hear of this. "Rosemary and I are going to help," she said determinedly.
Cartons were brought from the cellar and one after the other was filled with the debris. After it had all been carried outdoors, mops and dust cloths were brought into use. Within an hour all the gritty plaster dust had been removed.
The weary workers had just finished their job when the telephone rang. Nancy, being closest to the instrument, answered it. Hannah Gruen was calling.
"Nancy! What happened?" she asked. "I've been waiting over an hour for you to call me back. "What's the matter?"
Nancy gave her all the details.
"What's going to happen to you next?" the housekeeper exclaimed.
The young sleuth laughed. "Something good, I hope."
She asked Hannah to look for her copy of the River Heights Gazette of the Tuesday before. In a few minutes the housekeeper brought it to the phone and Nancy asked her to turn to page fourteen. "That has the classified ads," she said. "Now tell me what the ad is right in the center of the page."
"Do you mean the one about used cars?"
"That must be it," Nancy replied. "That's not in my paper."
Hannah Gruen said it was an ad for Aken's, a used-car dealer. "He's at 24 Main Street in Hancock."
"And now turn the page and tell me what ad is on the back of it," Nancy requested.
"It's a story about a school picnic," Hannah told her. "Does either one of them help you?"
"Yes, Hannah, I believe you've given me just the information I wanted. This may prove to be valuable. Thanks a lot."
After Nancy had finished the call, she started to dial police headquarters, then changed her mind. The ghost might be hiding somewhere in the house to listen—or if he had installed microphones at various points, any conversations could be picked up and recorded on a machine a distance away.
"It would be wiser for me to discuss the whole matter in person with the police, I'm sure," Nancy decided.
Divulging her destination only to Helen, she told the others she was going to drive downtown but would not be gone long.
"You're sure you feel able?" Aunt Rosemary asked her.
"I'm perfectly fine," Nancy insisted.
She set off in the convertible, hopeful that through the clue of the used-car dealer, the police might be able to pick up the name of one of the suspects.
"They can track him down and through the man locate my father!"
CHAPTER XIVAn Urgent Message
"EXCELLENT! " Captain Rossland said after Nancy had told her story. He smiled, "The way you're building up clues, if you were on my force, I'd recommend a citation for you!"
The young sleuth smiled and thanked him. “I must find my father," she said earnestly,
“I'll call Captain McGinnis of the River Heights force at once," the officer told her. ''Why don't you sit down here and wait? It shouldn't take long for them to get information from, Aken's used car lot,"
Nancy agreed and took a chair in a corner of the Captain's office. Presently he called to her.
"I have your answer, Miss Drew."