CHAPTER XVI
WHAT HALE HAD TO TELL
The door of the bookstore opened with a loose old-fashioned latch, and one fell down two steps without warning into a long, narrow room lined with books. Betty went first, and Bobby, stumbling, would have fallen if she had not caught her.
"Gracious! I'm a little bit scared, aren't you?" Bobby whispered. "It seems like such a spooky place."
It was certainly very quiet in the shop, and for a few moments Betty thought they must be alone. Then some one stirred, and, looking down the room, they saw an old man bent over a book open on a table near a dusty window. He wore big horn spectacles and was evidently extremely near-sighted, for he kept his face so near the book that his nose almost touched the pages.
"That must be Mr. Hale," said Betty. "I wonder if it's all right to interrupt him?"
"I should say the only way to make him understand you're here, would be to go up and take that book away," rejoined Bobby.
"He can't be very anxious to sell anything, or
