“And where were you the rest of it?” Cora demanded harshly.
“We weren’t in the left wing at any rate!” Doris retorted, with growing indignation.
Azalea and Iris, greatly disturbed, looked uncertainly from one to the other. They did not know what to say or how to handle the difficult situation.
“I’ll call Henry in,” Cora announced. “He can tell you where these girls were yesterday!”
She stepped to the door and called to her husband who was in the garden. He came readily and, as the girls had expected, corroborated Cora’s story.
“Right after you ladies went to the bank they said they were going for a walk,” he told the twins. “They started out but as soon as they thought they had thrown us off the track they stole back into the house. My wife and I heard them go into the left wing and knowin’ they had no business there we sort of listened. They went into your room, Miss Azalea, and closed the door. Later we heard ’em in the room adjoining.”
“Can this be true?” Azalea asked the girls, her voice trembling with suppressed emotion.
“No, of course it isn’t,” Doris returned.
“What isn’t true?” a loud voice demanded, and they all turned to see Ronald Trent standing in the doorway.
To the embarrassment of the girls he was quickly told of the accusation against them. They knew they could expect no help from him.