“Lucien Wade!” she gasped. “Here are our letters to Beth and Rob.”
“Lucien Wade!” she gasped. “Here are our letters to Beth and Rob. Well, it is my fault. I should have known better than to give them to you.”
“The plot thickens,” I replied thoughtfully.
“This is Monday. They must both be at the house now. What will they think!”
“They will think we didn’t receive their letters.”
“Isn’t it unfortunate––” she began.