"Ah-ha!" exclaimed that lady, as she hurried forward. "I thought there was something queer about that Crosby girl!"
"Why, mother dear!" expostulated Sue. "I've heard you say she was such a lady—so refined——"
"Please don't contradict me!"
"I beg your pardon."
Mrs. Milo glanced from one to another of the little group, saving her news, preparing for a good effect. "Mrs. Balcome and I have just solved the Farvel mystery," she announced. "We looked at that photograph in the bureau again, and—it's Miss Crosby's picture."
"Haw-haw!" roared Balcome, with a scornful flop of the hat.
Sue went close to her brother. "Then she is the girl who disappeared," she said under her breath.
"Well—yes."
"And she'll go again! She'll be lost!" She started toward the hall.
"Susan!" cried her mother, peremptorily. And as Sue halted, "We want nothing to do with that girl. Come back."