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up. She peered at the objects. But she wouldn't touch them.
    "I bet they're more than a hundred years old," I said. "Maybe more than two hundred years old."
    "Wow!" whispered Mary Anne.
    "And, see," I continued, "what happened is that someone once hid out in the secret passage. His name was Jared Mullray, and he 'wasn't right in the head/ " I showed Mary Anne the last chapter in A History of Stoney-brooke. Then I added in a low, spooky voice, "And now that poor old angry ghost haunts the passage and maybe our house, too, scavenging around for food and for anything he thinks might be valuable."
    "Oh, Dawn," said Mary Anne. "You don't have any proof." But she didn't sound very sure of herself.
    "Well," I admitted, "not really. But Wood Acres could be our house and barn. And the secret passage would be the perfect hiding place. Anyway, listen to this. The second time I went in the passage, I was with Jeff, and he found an Indian-head nickel. You know what that is?"
    Mary Anne nodded.
    "I know it wasn't there before. And while we were in the passage, we heard all these weird sounds, moaning and stuff."
    "You did?"
    "Yes. And when we were in again just now, I looked everywhere for the nickel and it wasn't there."
    "You didn't take it out of the passage?"
    "Well, I did. I mean, someone did, but I threw it back." I told her about the Trip-Man.
    "Did you put the locks on like he suggested?" Mary Anne wanted to know.
    "Only on the entrance to my room," I said. "And I only lock it at night. We couldn't figure out a way to lock the trapdoor, so we just set a bale of hay on top of it.
    "Anyway," I went on, "the peanut shells weren't in the passage before. They just appeared. And no living person has been in this passage except you, Jeff, and me!"
    Mary Anne nodded. Then suddenly she stiffened.
    "What?" I asked.
    We didn't even have to keep quiet to hear it. The next sound was loud enough to wake the dead.
    THUMP.
    It definitely came from the secret passage.
    Mary Anne started to scream, but I clapped my hand over her mouth. I didn't want Jared to hear us.
    The thump was followed by another thump, then nothing.
    When the passage had been quiet for ten entire minutes, I jumped up. "I'm going back in there!" I exclaimed.
    "Not me," said Mary Anne. "See you later." But she must have felt guilty because a moment later she added, "I'll guard the entrance for you."
    I took my flashlight, marched into the passage, and kept going. At the bottom of the stairs, I screamed. Lying at my feet was a book. It was called Great Dog Tales. It looked about a hundred years old. I had never seen it before in my life. I turned around and ran back to Mary Anne.
    Chapter 12.
    Oh, boy. Am I glad I wasn't sitting at the Pikes' that day. As it was, I got called in to look for Nicky, but Stacey sure had her hands full with the girls, even before she knew Nicky was gone.
    It started when the mail arrived. Usually, the mail in our neighborhood is delivered just before lunch, but that day it was late. The mail truck pulled up at the Pikes' at about three o'clock in the afternoon.
    "I'll get it!" cried Vanessa. She tore out the door with Claire and Margo at her heels. Nicky was on the sun porch, alone as usual, reading a book.
    Stacey took advantage of the quiet to start in on the list of chores Mrs. Pike had left her. (Sometimes, if Mr. and Mrs. Pike are behind with the housework, us baby-sitters pitch in with the laundry and stuff, and then we earn mother's helpers wages which are better than plain old baby-sitters wages.)
    Stacey got into the rhythm of folding clean clothes and folded two basketsful. Then she moved on to the kitchen, where she unloaded the dean dishes in the dishwasher and loaded up the dirty ones.
    The house was quiet. Stacey sighed contentedly^ She checked on Nicky. He was still
    reading on the porch. She thought she remembered hearing the girls come in.
    "Vanessa?" she called. "Claire? Margo?"
    "We're upstairs!" Vanessa shouted