The secret of the Mansion

Regan doesn’t care about anything but horses," she explained with a laugh. She grabbed Trixie’s arm. "Let’s all go over to my place now," she cried. "If Mr. Rainsford helps us tell Miss Trask how important it is to find Jim right away, I’m sure she’ll agree to the plan. Come on!"
    Trixie chuckled inwardly as Honey impatiently led the way through the thicket to the trail that ran between the two estates. "Honey’s worse than I am, now," she thought. "Barging off in a great hurry, without even thinking about what might happen. I wonder what will happen on that trailer trip. Something exciting, I bet, if it has anything to do with Jim and Honey. Which it has!"
    As though in answer to her thoughts, there was a sudden loud crash of thunder, and a jagged fork of lightning streaked across the sky.
    The long-awaited rain was coming down in torrents as the three of them hurried up the steps of the wide veranda of the Manor House where Miss Trask was anxiously watching for them.