Authors: Margaret Sutton
The Secret of the Sand Castle
When Judy’s cousin Roxy asks her to inspect some ocean-front property, part of which has been left to Roxy in her stepmother’s will, Judy is only too glad to do it. It will be fun, she thinks, to go Sunday with Irene and Flo and Pauline on the boat over to Fire Island, off the Long Island shore, and see how a resort looks in November. Even when they reach the apparently deserted, windswept island with its boarded-up cottages and incessant pounding surf, the girls are still in high spirits. They make their way to “The Sand Castle,” the cottage Irene and her husband had occupied the previous summer; and Judy is delighted with the tower room, whose windows look out upon the vast expanse of ocean.
Then things begin to happen. It seems as if some subtle evil force is at work, hidden in the gathering fog, threatening the apprehensive girls. They are horrified to learn that there will be no boat to take them back to the mainland until the following Sunday! Thoroughly uneasy now, Judy nevertheless refuses to believe that the mysterious woman in black, whom she glimpses momentarily, is the ghost of the woman who used to come back to the island to dig for her jewels, lost in the worst of the big hurricanes.
How Judy, by keeping her head and using courage and common sense, protects her friends from harm and solves the mystery, makes a lively and spine-chilling story.
By MARGARET SUTTON
The Vanishing Shadow
The Haunted Attic
The Invisible Chimes
Seven Strange Clues
The Ghost Parade
The Yellow Phantom
The Mystic Ball
The Voice in the Suitcase
The Mysterious Half Cat
The Riddle of the Double Ring
The Unfinished House
The Midnight Visitor
The Name on the Bracelet
The Clue in the Patchwork Quilt
The Mark on the Mirror
The Secret of the Barred Window
The Rainbow Riddle
The Living Portrait
The Secret of the Musical Tree
The Warning on the Window
The Clue of the Stone Lantern
The Spirit of Fog Island
The Black Cat’s Clue
The Forbidden Chest
The Haunted Road
The Clue in the Ruined Castle
The Trail of the Green Doll
The Haunted Fountain
The Clue of the Broken Wing
The Phantom Friend
The Discovery at the Dragon’s Mouth The Whispered Watchword
The Secret Quest
The Puzzle in the Pond
The Hidden Clue
The Pledge of the Twin Knights
The Search for the Glowing Hand
The Secret of the Sand Castle
A Judy Bolton Mystery
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The Secret of the Sand Castle
A Strange Legacy
II Hurricane Judy
III Ready-made Plans
IV Across the Bay
V The Sand Castle
VI Treasure Hunting
VIII One of the Heirs
IX More Treasures
X The Winking Lights
XI A Shadowy Figure
XII The Intruders
XIII In the Air
XIV A Terrible Tragedy
XV The Wrong Boat
XVI An Apparition
XVII An Accusation
XVIII A Question of Life or Death 129
XIX A Call for Help
An Act of Courage
XXI Unexpected Developments
XXII The New Arrivals
XXIII The End of a Game
Judy saw a shadowy figure vanish into the mist
TO MY NIECE, ANNE PIKE,
WHO WROTE THE MYSTERIOUS LETTER
AND TO MY FRIEND, HELEN DIEHL OLDS, FORMERLY OF THE SAND CASTLE
A SHARP wind blew Judy’s auburn hair across her face as she stood leafing through the mail she had just removed from the box at the corner.
“What’s this?” she asked, selecting a letter from the pile and speaking more to herself than to the black cat who had followed her.
Blackberry answered by rolling over in the sand at the edge of the road just as a car whizzed by, missing him by inches.
“Blackberry! You could have been killed!” Judy snatched him up in her arms and turned to stare angrily after the speeding car. She couldn’t believe what she had seen in a fleeting glimpse. The driver, who hadn’t even slowed down, had looked like Peter!
It took Judy a moment to recover her composure.
Then Blackberry began to purr, and she knew he was all right. Putting him down, she examined her 1
letter more closely.
At first it seemed as if she herself had addressed the letter. The handwriting was so similar to her own. The address read:
Mrs. Peter Dobbs
The box number wasn’t necessary. There weren’t that many people living in Dry Brook Hollow, although more and more houses seemed to be creep-ing up from Roulsville. It was no longer farm country as it had been when her grandparents lived there.
Judy’s home was just off the main road on a little road that crossed Dry Brook and turned again in front of the house. She used to mount Ginger, her grandfather’s frisky colt, from the porch, which had no rail. There were steps at either end and a fine jumping-off place in front. This had not changed since she and Horace used to play there.
“What fun we had,” she thought rather wistfully.
A sudden impulse seized her. She ran up the side steps and jumped down just to see if it felt the same.
It did. She wasn’t so grown up after all.
“What’s this? Is my angel trying her wings?” Peter called from the door.
“Your angel brought the morning mail,” she answered, tossing him his. “I think this letter for me is from my cousin Roxy. You have a double, too, Peter, but I’m sure you’d never drive as recklessly as he did. He nearly clipped poor Blackberry. I wish that cat wouldn’t show his affection for me by rolling over in the road. It’s downright dangerous.”
“You can’t change cat nature,” Peter replied philosophically. “You say the driver looked like me?”
“That was my impression. I only caught a fleeting glimpse of him,” Judy confessed. “He was driving toward Farringdon.”
“Maybe we can head him off. Did you get his license number?”
“No, I didn’t think scaring a cat was a Federal offense. He didn’t hit anyone. There was no reason—What’s the matter, Peter?” Judy broke off, but he had already disappeared into his den.
She heard him making a telephone call, but didn’t attempt to listen. Peter’s den was his
While he did most of his work out of the resident agency in the Farringdon Post Office Building, his den was private, too. An FBI agent had to have privacy and his wife should not be the curious type. Just the same, Judy was curious.
“I didn’t mean to give you the impression that you really had a double, Peter,” she said when he 3
returned to the living room. “There couldn’t be another you, not for me, anyway. It’s just a—a sort of strange likeness. You know how you feel about my cousin Roxy looking so much like me. We look alike, talk alike, and even write alike. Just look at the writing on this letter. I wonder what Roxy has in mind now.”
“You might open the letter and find out,” Peter said with a laugh as he began opening his own mail.
Judy made a face at him before following his suggestion. Sometimes she had hunches that were almost premonitions. “Something is wrong, terribly wrong,” her inner self kept warning. Outwardly she was calm as she began reading:
Surprise! I’m writing to you! And you know
I’m not much of a letter writer. I suppose you’ll be
going to New York soon to visit your little namesake
and, if you do, I have a big favor to ask . . .
“Here it comes,” thought Judy, prepared for the worst. But, as she read on, it turned out not to be such a big favor after all.