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When she didn't answer, I started poking around the house, looking in the windows, doing anything I could think of to learn something about what was going on here. I could hear the rushing and surging of water. I knew I was several hundred yards from the shore, but I was certain about what I heard. That's when I discovered this hidden inlet. There's water down there, and it's rushing in either through some underground cave or the land west of here is a natural bridge." |
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Jake stared down into the yawning blackness, listening to the dull constant rumble of the swirling waters. "Damn," he muttered, "all these years and I had no idea there was anything like this back here." |
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"Well, it's sheer speculation on my part, but I've got one of those gut feelings." |
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"What's your gut tellin' you this time?" Jake asked. |
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"I figure that inlet down there is the very reason old lady Austin was here in the first place." |
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Madden stared back at me blankly. My theory was a long way from empirical. |
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"It just stands to reason. Lucy tells me the geological profile and the topographical features of each place that these incidents have occurred were all networked with caves and subterranean caverns. I don't think it's a coincidence that this old woman |
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