“But how in the world did you know?” she demanded. “We only came last night.”
“Fellow who lives next door is a kind of friend of mine,” he vouchsafed shortly. “Tells me all his troubles.”
“But,” giggled Eve, “we’re not one of his troubles, are we? At least not yet!”
The boy made no reply to this but gathered up his reins preparatory to turning into the drive.
I remembered suddenly the dark figure I had seen creeping along the hedge last night. “What kind of troubles has your friend?” I called hastily.
“Oh, cat troubles mostly.” The words drifted back as the wagon rattled away.
“Did he say ‘cat’?” I asked.
“Sounded like it,” said Eve.