The sharp grey eyes, in which a twinkle seemed to be lurking, turned toward Nann. “Do you?” she asked briefly.
“No, indeed, Miss Moore, I do not,” was the emphatic reply, then, just for mischief, the girl asked, “Do you?”
“Indeed I do,” was the unexpected response. “A ghost visited me last night and told me that you girls had gone with Gibralter Strait and the Burton boy over to visit the old ruin.”
“Aunt Jane! Miss Moore!” came in two amazed exclamations.
“We did go. I sincerely hope you do not object,” the older girl hastened to say.
“No, I don’t object. There’s nothing over there that can hurt you. Now I’d like my breakfast, if you please.”
When the girls returned to the kitchen, Dories whispered, “Nann, how in the world did she know?”
The older girl shook her head. “Mysteries seem to be piling up instead of being solved,” she said.
“Do you suppose Aunt Jane knows who the air pilot is and why he goes to the old ruin?” Dories wondered as they went about their morning tasks.
“I’ll tell you what, let’s stay around home pretty closely for a few days and see if anyone does visit Aunt Jane, shall we?”