“Sneak around those two houses in Riverside—the Grants’, where John and Harry live with their mother, and the Pearsons’! It’s such a warm evening they’ll probably be on their porches, and we might overhear something to our advantage.”
“But suppose we were arrested for prowling?”
“Oh, they wouldn’t arrest two respectable-looking girls like us! Besides, if they did, Daddy could easily get us out.”
“Is he home?”
“No, he isn’t. But he’ll be back in a day or two.”
“A day or two in the county jail wouldn’t be so good!”
“Nonsense, Jane! Nothing will happen,” Mary Louise assured her. “We’ve got to take some chances if we’re going to be detectives. Daddy takes terrible ones sometimes.”
“Do you know where these people live?” inquired her chum. “The Grants and the Pearsons, I mean?”
“I know where the Grants live: in that big red brick house on Green Street. Old-fashioned, set back from the street. Don’t you remember?”
“Yes, I guess I do.”