“I’ll leave the lights on downstairs. We must try to get some sleep,” Terry said, her stifled yawn entirely agreeing.
“Want to come in here?” invited Arden to Terry, who roomed alone.
“Oh—I don’t know. I’m not afraid,” Terry answered a little ruefully. “But since you suggested it, yes, I guess I will. Move over, Sim.”
After all, three girls might be better than one for almost any midnight alarm.
CHAPTER VIII
Hard to Believe
Smiling to herself in the darkness, Sim pushed over in the twin bed so that Terry could get in. Even at that, neither one would have very much space, and Sim was amused to think that Terry, the trenchant, should feel like spending the rest of the night with her rather than alone in her own bed.
“I’ll see that Rufus Reilly hears about this,” remarked Terry, burrowing under the covers. “The idea of disturbing honest peace-loving people in the middle of the night! What Oceanedge is coming to, I don’t know.”
“Who’s Rufus Reilly?” asked Arden.
“He’s the police force,” Terry replied. “He owns the only garage in the village and Dimitri’s houseboat too.”
“Quite a factor in the life of the community, isn’t he?” Sim murmured sleepily.