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MISSING Clutching at the hearts of the girls there seemed to be an unseen spirit of fear in that deserted bungalow. They all felt it. Even Mrs. Brownley, who was not unduly given to indulging her nerves, seemed to feel the depression. "Deserted!" murmured Sylvia. "Do you really think this bungalow is deserted?" "What else can we think?" asked Rose. "There isn't a soul here." "But they have been here, and within a few minutes," Hazel argued. Going into the kitchen, she put her hand on the outside of some of the dish…