“And she told me she bought the typewriter only yesterday!”
“It can’t be,” Phyllis frowned. “There is something wrong someplace. Whom did she buy the typewriter from?”
“She said her secretary bought it,” Gale said slowly. “I wonder if her secretary is everything she should be?”
“Certainly she wouldn’t eat candy she knew was poisoned,” Phyllis said. “She was sick from it, remember.”
“If it was poisoned.” Gale ran slim fingers through her hair. “The whole thing is beyond me. I’m not such a master mind after all.”
“We will let it wait until after Christmas,” Phyllis said.
The girls were forced to do that. Nothing more could be discovered at present and there was too much excitement with the holidays to bother about it.
Chapter XIII
STARTLING NEWS
Gale opened one eye and peered at the clock. The next instant she was up and hurriedly dashing through her usually methodical routine of dressing. It was Christmas morning. She was home with her parents and Brent was here! Last night had been the most glorious Christmas Eve she had ever experienced. The Adventure Girls, with the exception of Phyllis of course, and Brent and the other boys had gone carolling. After that there had been sandwiches and hot chocolate in the Howard living room where they could admire the big Christmas tree. Then, when the others had gone, a long intimate talk with Brent, learning all about his work in Washington and telling him all about her college life.
Now she pictured Brent waiting downstairs and, important enough too, a lot of mysterious packages beneath the Christmas tree just waiting to be opened. With a final approving look at the laughing, gray-eyed girl in the mirror, Gale dashed out into the hallway. With a cheer she slid down the banister and landed right in Brent’s arms.