duck by her; "but she left positive orders to admit nobody. Of course if she had known you were coming—but she didn't."
"What are you making, Miss Letitia?" Aggie asked sweetly. "Summer clothes?"
"Yes. Some little thin things—it's getting so hot!"
"Humph! I see you are making them with an upholsterer's needle!" said Aggie, and marched down the hall with her head up.
I was quite bewildered. For even if Tish had decided on a walking tour I couldn't imagine what an upholsterer's needle had to do with it, unless she meant to upholster the donkey.
We got down to the entrance before Aggie spoke again. Then:
"What did I tell you?" she demanded. "That woman's making her a"
But at that very instant there was a thud under our feet and something came "ping" through the floor not six inches from my toe, and lodged in the ceiling. Aggie and I stood looking up. It had made a small round hole over our heads, and a little cloud of plaster dust hung round it.
"Somebody shot at us!" declared Aggie, clutching my arm. "That was a bullet!"
I stooped down and felt the floor. There was
