Haunted Clock Tower Mystery

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disappointed.
    “No, I really don’t,” she said.
    “Okay,” Benny said, looking sad.
    Professor Meyer thought for a moment. “There is one thing,” she said slowly. “Let me see the second letter again.”
    Violet handed it to her.
    The professor studied the letter. “No, I can’t be sure,” she said to herself. “But it could be …”
    “What?” Benny asked excitedly.
    Professor Meyer pointed to the letter. “See here where he talks about North and South?”
    The children nodded.
    “Morrill Hall and McGraw Hall used to be called North Building and South Building because of where they’re located on the Quad,” she said. “Maybe that’s what he means by North and South.” Professor Meyer looked around at the children. “Who knows?”
    A moment later, she was gone.
    “That was a lovely dinner you children made,” Grandfather said. “And I certainly enjoyed having the chance to talk to Professor Meyer some more.”
    “I wonder if she’s right about North and South meaning Morrill and McGraw,” said Benny.
    “In the letter, Chambers says, ‘Set yourself between North and South,’ ” Violet said. “It sounds as if he’s telling his son to stand between those two buildings.”
    “That’s where the treasure is?” Benny asked.
    “I guess so,” said Henry.
    “Come on, let’s go!” Benny cried.
    “Wait a minute, wait a minute,” Henry said. “The letter says to stand there when the clock strikes six in the morning.”
    “But why does it matter?” Benny asked.
    “I don’t know,” said Henry. “But that’s what the letter says.”
    “It looks like we’re getting up early tomorrow!” said Jessie.

CHAPTER 8
The Tower Points the Way
    “Jessie, Violet, wake up,” said Benny.
    Violet opened her eyes and sat up. “What time is it?”
    “Five-thirty,” said Benny.
    “Ugh,” said Violet, falling back onto her pillow.
    Benny had set his little alarm clock for five-thirty to give them time to get dressed and get to the Quad by six. He and Henry had already put on their clothes.
    Jessie sprang out of bed. “Come on, Violet! Let’s go find the treasure!”
    The children reached the Quad a few minutes before six. They walked past the building under construction, with its wooden frame and piles of dirt. When they had reached the lawn in between McGraw and Morrill Halls, they stopped and looked around.
    “I feel as if we should be looking for something,” Violet said, “but I’m not sure what.”
    “I know what you mean,” Jessie agreed.
    Then they heard the clock strike. Ding, ding, ding, it began. The children looked around. Ding, ding, it continued. Ding. The last chime hung in the air.
    “Well?” Benny asked. “The clock has struck six. Now what?”
    “I don’t know,” said Henry.
    “Let’s look at the letter again,” suggested Violet.
    “I’m hot,” said Benny. It was an unusually hot day and he had run straight up the hill to the Quad because he was so excited. “Let’s sit down in the shade while we read it.” He walked over and sat down in the shadow of the tower, which cut across the Quad in a long line.
    As they all sat down, Violet pulled out the letter. “It says, ‘The tower will point the way.’ What does that mean?”
    Suddenly Jessie said, “That’s it! Look at the tower’s shadow!”
    The shadow was a long thin rectangle, with a point at the top because of the pointed roof.
    “Oh, my goodness!” Violet exclaimed. “It looks like a giant arrow.”
    “It really is pointing the way!” Benny said.
    “It looks like it’s pointing to a spot right here,” Henry said, marking the ground with his foot.
    “That must be where it’s buried!” said Jessie.
    “And that would explain why we had to be here at six on a summer morning—the tower’s shadow would be different at different times of the year and different times of the day,” Henry pointed out.
    The children looked at one another, their faces glowing with excitement.
    “What are we

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