The voice on the phone was saying repeatedly:
"Dead men tell no tales!
Dead men tell no tales!"
Penelope let out a scream!
Quite suddenly, a pocket of cold air enveloped her. And an image took shape...an image of a young woman.
"Penelope," she intoned. "You are wearing a very special pair of socks. I spun the wool that made the threads used for tatting the lace. And the wool came from my beloved sheep, Annabel.
"This was 10 years ago, Penelope, and you must help me!
"I saw someone taking my Annabel one night and I ran from this house, screaming at him to release her.
"Someone grabbed me from behind and threw me down. My head hit a paving stone, and I died.
"You must learn who did this and reveal it to the authorities.
"I have a clue....the last thing I heard before I fell was 'Shut her up, Morgan, and...'"
The image wavered and vanished. Penelope looked down and discovered that she had...