Aunt Jane's Nieces on the Ranch Part 20

"Yes. I was a little girl and he was good to me. I am not a witch-woman, Inez. Oh, if I were, I would witch a little happiness into my life!" she added miserably.

This burst of rebellious longing interested Inez even more than the secret. She could understand such a protest against fate.

"At first," continued Mildred, reverting to her former cold speech, while the hard look, which for an instant had given way to a flash of sentiment, again crept into her eyes, "I thought I had forgotten the queer recesses and secret rooms built by the elder Cristoval; but now I am beginning to remember them. In the days when this wing was built, the country was wild and lawless. Robbers often visited a house in broad daylight and took away all that was of value; so the first Cristoval-the father of the one I knew-made the secret place to hide his treasure in, and even to hide himself and his family if the thieves threatened them."

"Is the treasure there now?" asked Inez eagerly.

Mildred frowned, as if the question displeased her.

"Of course not. That was long ago. When I was a girl they no longer needed the rooms in the wall as a hiding-place from thieves; but they kept them secret, just the same. I think I am the only person Senor Cristoval ever told. He did it to please me, I suppose, because I was a child."

Inez was much impressed. She began to regard Mildred more amicably. If she were not a witch-woman, she reflected, there was no reason to fear her. The Mexican girl thought deeply on what she had heard, during the next half hour. She watched Mildred put the baby to sleep and then take up a book to read as she sat beside the crib. Inez went out into the deserted court and squatting beside the fountain pondered upon the fascinating mysteries of the old house.

She crept back, presently, and reentered the nursery where Mildred was sitting.

"Tell me," she began, in a friendly and familiar way that was new in her relations with the other girl, "are there indeed rooms hidden in these walls-big enough for people to hide in?"

Mildred smiled and laid down her book. Inez in this mood was worth cultivating, if she hoped to win her confidence. It would be far easier to get on in her new situation if Inez would learn to like her.

Another thing influenced her: a reflection that had not been absent from her mind since the Weldons departed for the day and had left her practically in charge of the house. She had come to this house for a purpose. Could that purpose be best accomplished to-day, or at some later period?

"I believe," she answered musingly, "that this wall back of us is hollow and contains several rooms, which may be entered at various secret places-if one knows where the places are."

"They cannot be very big rooms," said Inez in a hushed, awed voice, as she glanced at the wall.

"No; they must be narrow. But they are quite long and high-some of them-and there are stairs leading from one floor to another, just like the big stairs in the hall."

Inez stared at her.

"How you know that?" she inquired.

"Why, I've seen the rooms," was the reply. "Let me think a moment."

During the pause she scrutinized the Mexican girl closely, wondering if it would be advisable to take her into her confidence. Then she continued, speaking slowly:

"I'm almost sure it was in this very room that one of the secret entrances was built. It was not a nursery when I was here before, you know; it was Senor Cristoval's office, where he kept his books and his money-boxes."

She rose, as she spoke, and looked uncertainly up and down the wall.

Then, with a nod of satisfaction, she quickly walked to the east corner and counted four blocks of adobe, starting from the floor. The fourth line of blocks she followed to the third one, and placed her hand upon it.

"I think I am right, so far," she said. "This is the door to the secret rooms, but the key that unlocks it is somewhere in the floor. Turn back the rug, please, Inez."

The girl obeyed, her brown fingers trembling with excitement. The floor was of adobe blocks similar to those which formed the wall, but smaller in size. Mildred regarded them reflectively and then placed her foot on the edge of the second block directly in a line with the place where her hand rested. The pressure of her foot made the block tip slightly, and observing this she pressed hard with her hand against the inner edge of the upper block.

The result seemed magical. Three seemingly solid blocks of the wall swung slowly outward, disclosing a dimly lighted recess beyond.

Mildred stepped in, stooping her head slightly because the opening was so small. Inez followed her, nervously seizing the other girl's hand for support. The light seemed to come from some place far above and as their eyes grew accustomed to it they could discern a pa.s.sage about three feet in width and fourteen feet long, which occupied the center of the wall.

At the right, a flight of steps led upward, and to their left the place was occupied by some chairs and stools. Against the walls were several narrow shelves, easily reached by one standing upright.

"Why, they have left the place furnished, just as it was when Senor Cristoval first showed it to me," said Mildred. "The mattings and upholstery must be ready to fall to pieces, by this time; but you see, Inez, I was right about the secret rooms."

Just then little Jane wakened with a l.u.s.ty cry.

"See to the baby," said Mildred quickly, and the Mexican girl reluctantly turned away to obey.

Mildred remained in the recess, thoughtfully eyeing the various antique objects which had been allowed to remain there, some of which were of real value. She reflected that the last Cristoval had doubtless pa.s.sed away without disclosing the secret of the wall to anyone, and his executors, in selling the mansion, had been quite unaware that anything was hidden in the adobe wall. Without doubt the property might now be justly claimed by the new owner, Arthur Weldon, and this thought made Mildred flush with eager resolve to take full advantage of her present opportunity. For here was the consummation of her hopes; here was the realization of the important plan which had brought her to Southern California and to this house.

Inez had caught the baby from its cradle and, holding a bottle of fresh milk-food to its lips to comfort it, again advanced through the opening.

Mildred had stepped a few paces along the pa.s.sage and Inez, the baby in her arms, started to join her.

At that moment she heard a sound in the court, as of some one approaching, and to avoid letting others know of this fascinating secret the girl thoughtlessly grasped the adobe door with her free hand and swung it shut behind her.

It closed with a sharp "click!" and Mildred, hearing the sound, turned with a low cry of fear.

"Great heavens, what have you done?" she exclaimed in tense tones and brushing the Mexican aside she threw her whole weight against the wall.

It did not yield a hair's breadth.

Inez, with terror in her eyes, stared at her companion.

"Is it lock?" she whispered.

Mildred pushed again, straining every muscle. Then she bent and examined the wall. It was easy to see, from this side, where the series of three blocks were firmly joined together. Also the b.u.t.ts of three huge iron hinges protruded slightly into the pa.s.sage. There could be no mistake.

The closing of the door had made them prisoners.

CHAPTER XIV-PRISONERS OF THE WALL

Mildred silently turned and regarded her companion. Her eyes were not hard and cold now. They were glowing with anxiety and terror.

"Cannot we get out?" demanded Inez.

Mildred shook her head.

"Not the way we came in," she replied. "I remember now that Cristoval warned me never to close the door behind me; but I forgot to tell you that, so you are not to blame."

Inez looked down at baby, who had again fallen asleep, snuggled close to her breast. Her fear at this time was not for herself. It was dreadful to think of the danger she had placed the darling baby in-the child she would have died rather than injure.

Mildred saw the look and read its anguish. Her own cheeks blanched for a moment, but there was an inherent quality of courage in this girl that forbade her to despair. Speaking as much to herself as to Inez she said:

"We were able to open this adobe door only by pressing downward on a block of the floor outside, which released a catch which is securely hidden in the lower edge of the opening-where I cannot reach it. So, unless some one knew the secret and could press that block in the nursery, the door cannot again be opened."

Inez staggered to a stool and sat down.

"Must we stay here always?" she pleaded piteously.