"Let me tell you one thing, Addie," urged Crow, "then I'll not say one word till we are home." She told him about the handkerchief, letting in the light instantly upon the identity of the person who had raided Messenger.
Adrian nearly loosed the tiller in his excitement.
"Crow, don't you see now who it was the Midget was escorting out of our grounds at four in the morning? Good old Midget! I say, Crow, that kid has been sharpening his wits on other folks' business; he's certainly coming along! Wonder why he didn't speak."
"Probably Pam told him not to--then he wouldn't, and I expect this girl appealed to Pam to hold her tongue. You know what she is--Pam, I mean--at any time, and just now she's full up with notions about helping all the world--the Girl Guides' profession. She'd bear anything, of course," so said Crow, understanding her sister.
"And this young person would let----" Adrian checked the comment. "Hold up, Crow, let's talk about the weather! Jolly fine for the time of year, isn't it? Who was it said 'We've been having a lot of weather lately?' We are to-night, about a month of weather in twelve hours!"
So these two laughed and "carried on" through the bleak storm, while the one who had caused it all lay sleeping soundly among her pillows.
After a bit they fell silent, just doing their work, they were tired, of course, and talking against the howlings of the night was exhausting work.
An hour passed; it seemed a whole night; it seemed as though the horror had been going on through endless ages. Crow stood up and stretched.
"I'm going to make you some cocoa," she said.
"Right-o!" agreed Adrian cheerfully.