“We can’t go right off,” Braye told them, “we must wait a week or so, at least.”
“Why?” asked Eve, not at all displeased by this statement, for she frankly admitted a desire to stay longer at Black Aspens.
“Oh, lots of reasons.” Braye put her off. “But let’s settle down for another week here, and then we’ll see.”
“Then I’m going to tell Wise to come up for that week,” declared the Professor. “I don’t altogether adhere to my conviction as to supernatural powers, and I want to see what a big, really clever detective can dig up in the way of clues or evidence or whatever they work by.”
“Oh, cut out Wise,” urged Braye. “We don’t want any more detectives than we are ourselves. And Peterson is pretty busy just now, too.”
It was after the confab broke up that Milly went to Braye.
“Why don’t you want Mr. Wise to come?” she said, without preamble.
“Why, oh,—why just ’cause I don’t,” he stammered, in an embarrassed way.
“You can’t fool me, Rudolph,” she said, with an agonized look on her pretty face. “You are afraid he’ll suspect Wynne,—aren’t you?”
“Don’t, Milly,” urged Braye, “don’t say such things!”