Mary Louise turned away with a sigh. She was almost ready to admit that the robbery was an inside job, as Miss Grant insisted.
“May we see inside the closet before we go?” she asked as an afterthought.
Miss Grant nodded and opened the door, disclosing a space as large as the kitchenettes in some of the modern apartments. Miss Grant herself used it as a small storeroom for the things that she did not want to put up in the attic.
“Anybody could hide here for hours,” Jane remarked, “without being suffocated.”
“Which is just what I believe Elsie did!” returned Miss Grant, with a smirk.
And the girls, unhappy and more baffled than ever, went home to their suppers.
CHAPTER VI
A Wild Ride
“One of the best points in this case,” Mary Louise observed, in her most professional tone, “is its secrecy.”
“Why do you say that?” questioned Jane.
The girls were returning from their second visit that day to Dark Cedars and were walking as fast as they could towards home. It was almost six o’clock, and Mary Louise usually helped her mother a little with the supper. But Freckles was there; she knew he would offer his services.