oor horses," Jessie observed, smiling. "I am sure it is not their
fault. Mrs. Poole would be objectionable if she was interested in
cows--or--or Pekingese pups."

Chapman turned up a hilly road and they came out on a ridge
overlooking the fenced-in track. The chauffeur shifted his position so
as to glance behind him at the girls, the car running slowly.

"Now look out, Miss Jessie," he advised. "We are coming to the old
Gandy stock farm. That's the roof of the house just ahead. Yonder is
the tower they built to house the electric lighting plant like what
your father used to have. See it?"

"Yes, yes!" exclaimed Jessie. "But--but I don't see any aerials. No, I
don't! And the red barn----"

"There it is!" cried Amy, grabbing at her chum's arm. "With the silo
at the end."

The car turned a corner in the road and the entrance gate to the
estate came into view. Up the well kept lane, beyond the rambling
house of weathered shingles, stood a long, low barn and a silo, both
of a dull red color. And on either side of the entrance gate were two
broken willow trees, their tall tops partly removed, but most of the
trunks still lying upon the ground where they had fallen.

"Ha!" ejaculated the chauffeur. "Those trees broke down since I was
past here last."

"Do drive slower, Chapman," Jessie cried.

But she drew Amy down when the girl stood up to stare at the barn and
the tower.

"There may be somebody on watch," Jessie hissed. "They will suspect
us. And if it is either of those women, they will recognize you."

"Cat's foot!" ejaculated Amy. "I don't see any signs of occupancy
about the house. Nor is there anybody working around the place. It
looks abandoned."

"We don't know. If the poor girl is shut up here----"

"Where?" snapped Amy.

"Perhaps in the house."

"Perhaps in the barn," scoffed her chum. "Anyway, every window of that
tower, both the lower and the upper stories, is shuttered on the
outside."

"Maybe that is where Bertha is confined--if it is Bertha."

"But, honey! Where is the radio? There is nothing but a telephone wire
in sight. There is no wireless plant here."

"Dear me, Amy! don't you suppose we have come to the right place?"

The car was now getting away from the Gandy premises. Jessie had to
confess that there was no suspicious looking wiring anywhere about the
house or outbuildings.

"It does not seem as though that could be the place after all. What do
you think, Chapman?" she added,