Тайна загадочной лестницы [with w_cat] | страница 53

Nancy told her about the man with the crinkly ear and said she was sure that the police would soon capture him. "If he'll only talk, we may find out where Dad is being held."

[770] "Oh, I hope so!" Hannah sighed. "Don't get discouraged, Nancy."

[771] At this point Helen came into the hall, and as she passed Nancy on her way to the stairs, smiled at her friend. The young sleuth was about to ask Hannah to get the Drews' Tuesday copy of the River Heights Gazette when she heard a cracking noise overhead. Immediately she decided the ghost might be at work again.

[772] "Hannah, I'll call you back later," Nancy said and put down the phone.

[773] She had no sooner done this than Helen screamed, "Nancy, run! The ceiling!" She herself started for the front door.

[774] Nancy, looking up, saw a tremendous crack in the ceiling just above the girls' heads. The next instant the whole ceiling crashed down on them! They were thrown to the floor.

[775] "Oh!" Helen moaned. She was covered with lath and plaster, and had been hit hard on the head. But she managed to call out from under the debris, "Nancy, are you all right?" There was no answer.

[776] The tremendous noise had brought Miss Flora and Aunt Rosemary on a run from the kitchen. They stared in horror at the scene before them. Nancy lay unconscious and Helen seemed too dazed to move.

[777] "Oh my!  Oh my!" Miss Flora exclaimed.

[778] She and Aunt Rosemary began stepping over the lath and plaster, which by now had filled the air with dust. They sneezed again and again but made their way forward nevertheless.

[779] Miss Flora, reaching Helen's side, started pulling aside chunks of broken plaster and lath. Finally, she helped her great-granddaughter to her feet.

[780] "Oh, my dear, you're hurt!" she said solicitously.

[781] "I'll—be—all right—in a minute," Helen insisted, choking with the dust. "But Nancy—"

[782] Aunt Rosemary had already reached the unconscious girl. With lightning speed, she threw aside the debris which almost covered Nancy. Whipping a handkerchief from her pocket, she gently laid it over Nancy's face, so that she would not breathe in any more of the dust.

[783] "Helen, do you feel strong enough to help me carry Nancy into the library?" she asked. "I'd like to lay her on the couch there."

[784] "Oh, yes, Aunt Rosemary. Do you think Nancy is badly hurt?" she asked worriedly.

[785] "I hope not."

[786] At this moment Nancy stirred.  Then her arm moved upward and she pulled the handkerchief from her face. She blinked several times as if unable to recall where she was.