“Nothing sensible, I’ll be bound. What’s she up to now?”
“She’s coming here!”
“What! Not to Fishers Haven?”
“Yup. She wants to help us solve the mystery, she says.”
Eve climbed into the room. “Sandy,” she demanded sternly, “what have you been writing her?”
“Why, nothing. I thought she ought to know that our vacation wasn’t promising to be as dull as she had prophesied, so I just mentioned a thing or two—guardedly, of course.”
“Too guardedly, I guess,” Eve retorted. “She probably thinks there’s a lot more to it than there is!”
“But isn’t there?” I asked. “I mean to say, we don’t know yet what there is to it!”
“Sandy, you know perfectly well that Hattie May can’t keep even the tiniest secret five minutes.”
“Well, she’s coming anyway and it’s too late to head her off. And that isn’t all,” I giggled. “She’s bringing Hamish with her—or rather he’s bringing her. Seems he’s got a car.”