"Wait till I suggest it," Carly smiled, for she saw Julie was in no mood for argument. "What can I do?"
"Only advise. I don't think you're a medium, Carly, but I do think you have sort of queer powers. Now a queer thing has happened to me. This morning, on my bureau, there lay a note,—here it is." She handed a folded paper to Carlotta.
It read: "Dear little sister. You must give up old Mac. He did for Gilbert. Peter Boots."
Carly stared at the note.
"It's in Peter's own writing!" she said; "what can it mean?"
"It means fraud!" Julie exclaimed. "I know that's no note from Peter! It is in his writing——"
"But so exactly his writing!" Carly said, "nobody could have written that but Peter himself. Oh, Julie!"
"Now, stop, Carly! Don't you say it's really a materialization of a note from Peter! It can't be! I'm afraid to show it to mother or Dad, for I know they'll say it's really from him,—and I won't believe it."
"You won't believe it's from Peter, because you don't want to believe what it says,—isn't that it?"
Carly looked at Thorpe, though she spoke to Julie.