CHAPTER II
THE FACE BEHIND THE SHUTTER
Janet had no sooner hopped out of bed next morning than she flew to the window to examine “Benedict’s Folly” by broad daylight. In the streaming sun of a June morning the dingy old mansion certainly bore out the truth of Marcia’s mysterious description.
“Gracious! I should think you would have been interested in it from the first!” she exclaimed.
“Interested in what?” yawned Marcia, sleepily, opening her eyes.
“’Benedict’s Folly,’ of course! Let’s see,” went on Janet, who possessed a very practical, orderly mind; “from your story last night it seems there must be two people living there—but look here! how did you know, Marcia, that it was another old lady you saw that night when the shutter blew open?”
“Why, for several reasons,” answered Marcia
