“There’ll be plenty of work for Eleanor and me to do this night,” she thought.  “If only she will help me now, and she must.  She can’t refuse.  It’s for the honor of the senior class.”

Giving the old-fashioned knocker a vigorous pull, Grace waited impatiently for admittance.

“Is Miss Savell at home?” asked Grace eagerly, the moment the maid opened the door.

“No, ma’am,” answered the girl.  “She and her aunt are in Oakdale to-night.  We expect them any minute now.”

Grace groaned inwardly.

“What shall I do?” she asked herself.  “I must get that money away from there to-night.  To-morrow may be too late, and besides I feel sure that that dreadful man won’t return tonight.  This is our opportunity and we mustn’t neglect it.”

The maid eyed her curiously.  “You are Miss Harlowe, aren’t you?” she asked.

“Yes,” said Grace.  “May I wait here for Miss Savell?”

“Certainly, miss.  Let me take your rain coat and cap.  It’s a terrible night, isn’t it?”

Before Grace had time to answer the click of a latchkey was heard, and the maid said, “There they are.”

Eleanor stepped part way into the hall before she became aware of Grace’s presence.  A look of surprise, followed by one of extreme dislike crossed her face.  Drawing herself up, she was about to speak, when Grace exclaimed:  “Don’t say a word, Eleanor, until you hear what I have to say.  I came here to-night to discuss a very personal matter with you, but something so strange has happened that I must defer what I had to say until another time and ask you if you will help me to-night.”

“I don’t understand,” said Eleanor coldly.  “Please explain yourself.”

“Eleanor,” Miss Nevin interposed, “Miss Harlowe is evidently very much agitated over something, therefore do not waste time over useless formality.  I knew you, my dear, from the picture I saw of you at Mrs. Gray’s,” she added, turning to Grace, with a winning smile, that caused the young girl to love her immediately.

“Eleanor,” said Grace quickly, “I have found the bazaar money that was stolen Thanksgiving night.”

“Found it!” exclaimed Eleanor incredulously.  “Where?”

“At the old haunted house,” replied Grace.

Then she rapidly narrated the story of her walk, her curiosity as to the light, and the sight that it had revealed to her.

Eleanor and her aunt listened without interrupting.

“When I saw him put the money away and leave the house, I felt that he wouldn’t try it again until daylight, so I came straight here,” Grace continued.  “If you will take your run-about down to the road where it runs near to the house, you and I can easily get the box and carry it to the machine.  It will take two of us, because it’s very heavy.  I know I can find the secret of the panel, but we shall have to break open the door of the cupboard.  I am not afraid, and, somehow, Eleanor, I felt that you would have plenty of the right brand of courage.”