Publisher's Synopsis
"Dick! Dick! Wake up, I want to tell you something." Marjorie stood outside the boy's bedroom door, and called in as loud a whisper as she dared, fearing lest she should awaken the rest of the household. There was a scuffle and a patter of bare feet inside, and Dick appeared at the door rubbing his eyes, evidently only half awake. "What's up?" he demanded. "Hush! don't make a noise. There's such a funny sound down-stairs-I believe it's burglars. Listen!" "Pooh! this time in the morning. What nonsense." "Well it's been going on for ever so long, anyhow, and hark, there's something keeps banging about like anything in the breakfast-room." Dick ran to the top of the stairs and listened. Sure enough, there was a most mysterious noise going on below, -a dull banging at regular intervals, and a curious lapping sound, as though there was water in the lower part of the house. "Let's go and see what's up!" said Dick promptly. "Me too," said a shrill treble voice, and a little curly-headed apparition came running out of the bedroom, flourishing a wooden spade. "No! you cut along into bed again, Fidge," cried Dick.
