As I had expected Aunt Cal said she couldn’t have us poking around a police court and it was finally decided that we should all take the noon bus to Millport and see the lawyer whom Aunt Cal had visited on Saturday.
“Gracious, I haven’t been so excited in my whole life before!” Eve said. “Oh, Sandy, if we can only save Michael, won’t it be wonderful! I can’t decide what dress I’d better put on—what do you think?” She stood contemplating the row in her closet.
“Well, I don’t think it’ll matter a whole lot,” I returned, “as long as it’s clean and whole.” I had seldom seen Eve so excited as she was that morning.
“Oh, but we want to make a good impression, you never can tell when a little thing like clothes will turn the balance!”
At last we were ready; Aunt Cal in her second best silk, Eve and I in something far less impressive, but feeling frightfully important just the same. We gulped down a glassful of milk each before we started, too excited to eat anything. Aunt Cal locked Adam in the kitchen, more from long habit, I think, than because she any longer feared he would be enticed away.
The ride to Millport seemed interminable. It was a quarter to two when we rolled into the dusty, car-lined main street of the town.
But luck was with us. Mr. Templeton, the lawyer, was in, a portly man in shiny black who greeted Aunt Cal cordially and motioned us to chairs. Aunt Cal inquired whether there was any news of the man Bangs.
“Nothing yet I’m afraid,” the lawyer said. “But we may get hold of the fellow yet.”
“The girls have another matter they wish to discuss with you if you can spare them a moment,” Aunt Cal then said in her precise manner.
“Spare the time!” I thought. “He’d jolly well better!”