ith quiet decision.

"I hope we do!" said Bet.

"We're Merriweather Girls and we must find a way out of this
difficulty. Lady Betty saved the Manor in her day, now we will do the
same!" Kit said decidedly.

"Yes, but how?" groaned Bet. "I've thought and thought about it until
my head whirls."

The more the girls puzzled over the mystery, the less light appeared.
Kit made daily visits to the antique shop, hoping to find something
suspicious. She made friends with Jacques, the freckled-faced little
French boy who worked for Peter. He was shy at first, but Kit soon put
him at ease with her kindly smile. He gazed up at her with big, dark
eyes that expressed his devotion. Kit had won his heart, and the girls
saw him often staring up from the basement window, hoping to get a
glimpse of her.

One day when Kit was looking over the assortment in the glass case of
Peter's shop, she was surprised to find that the fans had been removed.
She was about to ask Jacques where they were when Old Peter Gruff
returned.

"You know, Mr. Gruff, I just love your shop! I hope you don't mind me
prowling around and looking at things."

She got only a curt grunt in reply, but Kit didn't mind. She went on:
"That's awfully kind of you! I'm going to come often."

Kit always returned from her visits with new suspicions. Although she
had found no clue, she insisted that the old man was guilty.

"Kit, I'm surprised at you!" declared the gentle Shirley. "He's a
harmless old man, and I don't believe he would steal from Colonel
Baxter."

"Maybe he wouldn't," Kit returned with a frown, "but I still have my
doubts. I wish I had his shop to myself for half a day, then I'd make
sure the fan was not hidden there.--Or I'd find it."

"Why couldn't you send him up to the Manor to fix a chair or
something?" exclaimed Joy.

"He'd probably see through it. Peter Gruff is foxy," replied Bet.
"Anyway I had orders long ago never to let the old man in the house
when Dad was away."

"So your father didn't trust him?" cried Kit exultantly.

"Well Dad just thought it would be better not to put temptation in his
way. He's crazy about old bric-a-brac, you know. And Dad didn't know
what he might be up to."

Kit got her chance to have the shop to herself the next day. Old Peter
Gruff left early in the morning, and Jacques was alone.

"It's luck, Kit," shouted Bet. "Come right away!"

Jacques smiled and bowed as the girls filed in. And whe