"I thought they might have dropped a piece of money, or an ear-ring perhaps, in their hurry—just something to show us what had actually been here," said Cicely, grubbing about in the loose soil.
"Trust Scott and Mrs. Wilson! They're an uncommonly clever couple. You may be sure they'd take care not to leave even a sixpence behind them."
"I've heard that criminals can't keep away from a place where they've buried anything," continued Cicely. "They always haunt the spot."
"Then we must notice where Scott goes most frequently," replied Lindsay.
For the present, Scott seemed to be particularly attracted to the cucumber frames.
"He's there constantly," said Cicely.
"Far oftener than is necessary, I'm sure," agreed Lindsay.
"It might be a likely place, too," added Cicely meditatively.
Several small incidents seemed to confirm their surmises.
"He was so cross last night when Marjorie Butler sent her ball over the hedge into the kitchen-garden, and went to fetch it," said Lindsay.