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The Brown
Satchel
Mystery
By
BETSY ALLEN
NEW YORK
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Pelican Island
The Escape
Shelling
The Clutching Hand
Where Is Connie?
Terror at Night
Who Is Sterling Witherspoon?
Shore Trip
Another Disappearance
The Mangrove Jungle
The Lost Lake
The Search Continues
Plot to Capture
Where Is the Loot?
The Laughing Chimpanzee
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Pete.
Connie, however, had not. But then, Mrs.
Mrs.?
Mrs. Mabee, she supplied. M-a-b-e-e. But its
pronounced like
Hoping she wouldnt sound obviously rude, but
anxious to avoid another spate of explanation,
Connie cut in. Then if theres no telephone, Mrs.
Mabee, how can you call him?
Oh, we have a signal system, the caretakers
wife replied airily. Turning, she appeared to become
conscious of the new arrival for the first time, and at
the same time appeared a trifle nonplused. Excuse
me, she stammered, but are you waiting for the
club launch too, sir?
The sir was spoken almost as an afterthought,
and the obvious hesitation preceding it made a smile
tickle the corners of Connies mouth, but the man in
the slouch hat seemed unaware that his appearance
might be questionable. Yes. I am Sterling
Witherspoon, he replied as though this were
explanation enough.
Mrs. Mabees pale-blue eyes widened. Oh, I
see, she said as though she didnt see at all. You
you are expected?
Mr. Witherspoon drew himself even more erect,
and when he spoke again Connie, looking up, caught
a glint of a gold filling in one of his sharp white
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The Escape
in an undertone to Kit.
But Kit was halfway along the white shell path,
following Mr. Mabee. And Chip, starting off with as
many of her own bags as he could carry, was
signaling her to follow. The question Connie had
intended to ask Kit would have to wait.
Just before they reached the clubhouse Mr.
George Renshaw, tall and handsome as ever, came
bursting out of the door. Connie Blair! he cried in
a voice which, for once, had lost its drawl. I meant
to meet the boat. A thousand apologies.
A second later he was wringing Kits hand
enthusiastically. The sun was shining directly in his
eyes, and he hadnt yet noticed the second blond girl
in the rear.
With an amused chuckle, Connie hurried up.
You have the wrong twin, Mr. Renshaw, she told
him. This is my sister Kit.
The middle-aged man looked from one to the
other of the girls with incredulous eyes. Ill never
be able to tell you apart, he complained. Even
though weve met before, Kit, I was still sure you
were Connie. Maybe we should pin identification
tags to your shoulders, or something.
Kit laughed. Ill wear a blue ribbon until you get
us straight, she promised. There was something so
undeniably attractive about Connies six-foot-three
boss that she found herself wondering what his wife,
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term.
Collecting shells, Mrs. Renshaw explained.
Its quite a pastime, down here, because the variety
of shells you can discover is so varied and so
infinite.
And theyre so beautiful! Connie added. The
colors . . . She picked up a tangerine-tinted, waferthin shell from the sand beside her and turned it in
the palm of her hand.
Wait until you see the collection under glass at
the clubhouse! Mrs. Renshaw told her. There are
some beautiful fans and some very rare yellow
pectens. Ive looked for three years and Ive never
found a yellow pecten yet.
As far as the Blair girls were concerned at the
moment, their hostess might have been talking
Greek. They had never heard of a fan, nor of a
pecten or a murex or any of the other varieties of
Florida
shells
Mrs.
Renshaw
mentioned
subsequently. But after they had bathed and dressed
for dinner they hurried over to the clubhouse to get
educated, as Connie said. On their way they passed
Kulus cage.
When they had first arrived at the sleeping cabin
they had come by a different route, but the path
which they now followed led toward the beach side
of the clubhouse, meandering past a thicket of closegrowing trees which half-hid the thatch-roofed
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Shelling
Mischievous!
Kit repeated the word in a manner containing
both doubt and alarm, which told Connie very
clearly that, for the moment, her twin sister would
willingly trade the glamorous Florida atmosphere
for Meadowbrook, Pennsylvania, and the family
front porch. Her expression revealed a sudden trace
of homesickness, and Connie suspected that Kit was
thinking about their mother and fathers comfortable
presence and Toby with his skinny brown legs,
which seemed to lengthen more quickly, now, with
every passing month.
Toby was their younger brother, and Kit had
often likened him to a monkey, with his penchant
for building tree houses and playing high in the
branches of an old sycamore.
Toby should be here, Connie said aloud.
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Terror at Night
who were off for the day. But why? Connie probed.
Kit yawned. I havent the foggiest idea.
And even stranger, why was I movedand Im
almost certain I wasfrom one cove to another.
No answer, mumbled Kit.
Why? Why? Why? Connie repeated drowsily.
Its such an important little word.
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Shore Trip
she laughed and told him so. But they play music
thats easy to dance to, she confessed.
For the rest of the evening she and Kit had no
dearth of partners. They danced with all of the
younger men and several of the older ones, and
Connie even had a turn with Mr. Witherspoon. She
accepted his invitation to waltz reluctantly, because
she distrusted him so completely that he was
distasteful to her. When he made a remark about the
fact that it was confusing to find such identical
twins, she murmured a monosyllabic reply.
Arent you ever tempted to trade places, just for
the fun of it? he asked as he whirled her around the
room. His black eyes seemed narrow as a ferrets,
and his smile looked forced.
Connie opened her own eyes wide, trying to look
innocent. But why? she asked. What would be
the point?
Mr. Witherspoon shrugged. It was just an idea.
I can see youve never known many twins,
Connie said, to throw him further off the scent.
She left him with the definite impression,
however, that she had been carefully studied. She
had a feeling that he rather suspected that the twins
were masquerading, and she wondered why it
should make a difference. The overheard
conversation flashed back into her mind with all of
its ugly implication. Next time there wont be any
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that she was able to spend a few days with her sister,
and though Kits nature was a great deal more
cautious and conservative than her own, they were
extremely close. In fact, she could speak her
thoughts aloud as though she were talking to herself,
and she did so now.
Kit,
Connie
said,
suppose
Sterling
Witherspoon were one of the men who robbed that
New York bank?
Oh, Connie, isnt that rather farfetched?
Maybe. But the time element would be right.
Hed have had time to get down to Florida, if he
were traveling by car.
But why would he stay at the Scotch Bonnet
Club? Of all places!
Thats trueof all places, Connie said. But
of course hes traveling under an alias. And it would
be a perfect hideaway, after all. Temporarily.
Very temporarily, Id say, Kit murmured.
But just supposing! Connie cradled her chin in
her cupped palms and stared out over the black
water. Supposing, too, that our strolling musicians
are FBI agents. They came yesterday to put the
finger on Witherspoon but found that his
confederate had flown the coop, so they desisted.
Now today maybe Witherspoon made off with the
loot in his boatheaven knows he was packed to
the gunwales when he left this morningand the
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searchingly.
Quite sure. Connie met his eyes.
Did you hear Rustys reply?
Connie shook her head. No, but hes been acting
as Witherspoons guide quite frequently, she
reminded him. Isnt that circumstantial evidence
enough?
Okay. Chips voice was toneless and flat. Ill
string along with you this time, Connie. Ill take you
to the lean-to we built on our lost lake, and maybe
well find our quarry there. His eyes narrowed.
But I wont believe it, he said between clenched
teeth, until I see it with my own eyes.
Connie reached out and put a hand on Chips
arm. Her brown eyes were soft and understanding as
she said, I hope Im wrong, but weve got to try.
Kit, in the background, wisely refrained from
taking sides. She just asked, with a rising inflection,
You mean were going now?
Chip nodded. It wont take more than threequarters of an hour by water. Then theres just a
short haul through a cypress swamp. I know the
territory by heart.
You have plenty of gas? Connie asked as they
started back, single file, through the tunnel of
foliage.
Plenty. I tanked up just before starting out.
Kit swallowed a sigh, thinking how good bed
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foundation in fact.
In a whispered consultation they had agreed to a
plan. If they discovered their quarry they would
return to the club for help, because it would be
patently impossible to capture the abductors without
weapons. This decision, however, had been made
with the assumption that they would discover Mrs.
Renshaw as well. Now, as they waited and watched,
Connie wondered just what they had expected to
findthe captive chatting cozily with the criminals
by the fire? The fact that the woman might be
gagged and bound in the lean-to was a possibility
impossible to explore since they were unarmed, and
without actual knowledge of her whereabouts they
would have little or nothing to report to Mr.
Talmadge and the police.
If only she could get a little closer!
If only she could hear what they were saying!
Ififif! That hopeful, hopeless little word.
In the very next second the smooth wet rubber
sole of Kits worn sneaker slipped on a slimy tree
trunk and her right leg plunged into the water up to
the knee. There was a very distinct splash.
Quick as a flash Rusty Longbow was on his feet,
rifle in hand, and before Chip or Connie could either
move or turn, the bright beam of a powerful
flashlight, held by Sterling Witherspoon, pinned
them against the trees.
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getting!
Unabashed, Connie grinned at him. And I never
went to college, she teased back. I hope youre
properly impressed.
Kit yawned. Im properly sleepy, she
murmured. Dont you think its time we all went
home? Her head had been dropping lower and
lower by the moment, and only the most determined
effort had kept her eyes open.
Glancing at his wrist watch, Mr. Witherspoon
said, By golly, do you know what time it is? Threeforty-five. Why, the nights nearly gone!
Then lets wait for daybreak, suggested Chip,
when the going wont be so rough. Kit, he added
solicitously, why dont you curl up in Rustys
blanket and take a nap?
It didnt take much persuading to get her to go
back to the lean-to and wrap herself in the guides
Army blankets. Within five minutes she was sound
asleep.
Connie, however, was as bright-eyed as a night
owl. She sat on with the three men around the fire,
discussing the many angles of the situation and
trying to decide what should be done next.
Of course the police and the other guides have
been searching all night, Chip reminded her. By
now Mrs. Renshaw may be back at the club, safe
and sound.
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off.
This is the time to give special thanks that the
Scotch Bonnet chef is always generous with
supplies, mentioned Mr. Witherspoon. It wont be
like the loaves and the fishes. I noted with a good
deal of amusement that they gave us a pound of
bacon and a dozen eggs.
And a frying pan, I hope? Connie asked.
And a frying pan!
There was also a loaf of bread, a thermos of hot
coffee, all the makings of a feast in the wilderness.
Kit awakened hungrily when the odor of frying
bacon reached her, and as the first soft glow
presaging dawn lighted the sky above the lake, the
five crouched around the dying fire and ate.
I feel a million times better! Kit said when she
had finished. I may even last through another day.
You look like a sturdy enough character, Chip
told her, not without admiration. He glanced at
Rusty and winked. Ill wager if I suggested going
fishing youd say yes.
You bet! Kit smiled, and her eyes lighted with
anticipation. Any time.
Chip shook his head. Rusty, the girls
incorrigible. Shed rather fish than sleep.
Rusty looked at Kit and said in a stage whisper, I
know somebody else who would too. He indicated
Chip with a nod of his head and said, Lets get
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then?
That I cant answer, Connie admitted.
Neither can I. Rusty smiled. But if we find any
evidence of a fracas, I can make a mighty good
guess.
Whats that? Connie asked immediately.
But Rusty refused to reply. Lets not cross our
bridges before theyre hatched, he said, laughing,
garbling the platitudes to tease her. Then he gave his
complete attention to the intricacies of the narrowing
creek.
Half an hour later they beached the boat and
approached the cove warily. Rusty led the way, gun
in hand, while Connie followed at his heels.
There were signs that other searchers had
preceded them, because twigs were broken and
leaves crushed in the overgrown passageway which
led to the sheltered spot. Rusty acknowledged these
but discounted them. He was primarily interested in
the cove itself.
Apparently it was quite deserted, but the Indian
combed every inch of the ground and the
surrounding trees. He was as alert as a wild animal
and as cautious. His nose positively quivered as he
sniffed out the scent of their quarry, and Connie
watched him with admiration. He was the pilgrim on
the pilgrimage, the hunter on the trail, his black eyes
no longer soft and liquid but as bright and quick as a
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predatory birds.
Finally he turned to Connie. Theres been a
scuffle here, he said positively.
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bad men!
Yeah? Oh, yeah! The man with the revolver
looked at the weapon and suddenly stuck it in his
pocket. Squirrely, he said to his companion in an
undertone.
Connie ignored the aside. She wanted to act like a
dumb blonde but she mustnt overdo it. The pit of
her stomach felt pinched, as though she were
walking a tightrope high up in the air and there was
no net to cushion her if she fell.
She wet her lips. You havent got them?
Huh?
The robbers, I mean.
The man with the gun answered. Nope, not yet.
The other man was more acute. But were on
their trail, he added. We think they have their loot
stashed away not far from here.
Connie nodded eagerly and clasped her hands.
Youre absolutely right! she cried. I know.
At that moment she wished a camera could record
the expressions on the two greedy faces. The thieves
exchanged a glance of mingled avarice and relief,
then each impulsively took a couple of steps toward
her. You know? breathed the man with the gun.
Hey, listen, Jake, what the young lady says.
Yeah, muttered Jake. Tell us about it, can you,
miss? Itit might help a lot.
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Gus.
Do I? Well, you see, I havent had much
experience in these matters, said Connie
innocently. Kit knows more about such things,
because of her reading, and she said we should hide
it in a different place and then get in touch with the
police. Looking as pleased as though she had just
received a diploma for special merit, Connie said,
So thats just what we did!
Again the men exchanged a meaningful glance,
and Gus said, Huh? You briefed the cops?
Well, as a matter of fact, no. And Ill tell you
why. For a moment Connie paused, stricken
because she couldnt think of any good reason why
they shouldnt have gone at once to the police. Then
Kits spurious interest in detective fiction came to
her rescue. She swallowed and began again.
My sister didnt want to do anything hasty,
because it was such a lot of money. She thought
maybe it would be better to skip the Naples police
and go straight to the FBI, but we didnt know how,
except to write Washington.
So? prodded Jake.
So we didnt do anything, right away. After all,
we knew the money was perfectly safe.
Then the most awful thing happened! That noon
we had a picnic lunch on the beach near where we
had found the money, and then my sister and the
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