Grace and Elfreda rode side by side, Grace wishing to see to it that her companion did not overdo herself.
“I haven’t had an opportunity to ask you if the thief got anything of value?” asked Grace.
“No. The diary was not in the bag. I put it under my money belt when I turned in,” Elfreda informed her.
“Good for you! I have been thinking that you and I should look through that book carefully, and if there be information of value in it, we should make a copy of it. You keep the original and I will keep the copy.”
Miss Briggs said she didn’t care much what happened to the diary, save that she did not like the idea of being beaten.
“I hope I am too good a lawyer to give up a case until the jury has brought in a verdict against me. Then, after I have carried it to the higher court and have been defeated there, then I’m beaten. But not until then. What about the peanut man? Grace, is he the guilty one?”
“Ask Hamilton White. He knows,” was the low-spoken reply.
“Why do you say that?”
“From the expression of his face when I asked about Haley. There is something about those men that I do not clearly understand.”
Elfreda averred that there were several “somethings” that needed clearing up.