"Mike McGuire," corrected Beth. And then, "But it really does look queer."
"It does," assented Peter; "it appears to me as if this message must have come from the person McGuire saw last night."
Beth looked bewildered.
"But what has Aunt Tillie got to do with—with Hawk? She never knew anybody of that name."
"Probably not. It isn't a real name, of course."
"Then why should it frighten Mr. McGuire?" she asked logically.
Peter shook his head. All the props had fallen from under his theories.
"Whether it's real to McGuire or not is what I want to know. And I'm going to find out," he finished.
When they reached a path which cut through the trees toward the creek, Beth stopped, and held out her hand.
"I'm not goin' up to the house with you and I don't think I'll see Aunt Tillie just now," she said. "Good-by, Mr.——"