“What do you suppose this Trent does to earn a living?” ventured Kitty.
“I can’t imagine what he does, but he surely is well dressed, and has a snappy car.”
“Dave said that car was a special imported model from France. They are very expensive—cost plenty, besides the transportation charges from the other side,” replied Kitty.
“I wonder if Uncle John Trent was anything like this Ronald. Perhaps Uncle Ward never mentioned Ronald to me, because he was so loud and coarse. However, if Uncle really never knew he existed, he won’t approve of him in our family circle now. This is really a dreadful thing to discover,” and Doris sighed disconsolately, as she pushed back her soft hair that was massed over the pillow.
“Well, Doris, I think we’re in for an adventure.”
“It certainly looks like trouble after that conversation I just overheard between Trent and Henry,” replied Doris.
“It was surely lucky they didn’t see you in the dark hallway—that would have been unfortunate,” and Kitty drew the coverlet over her bare, white arm, and shook her pillow into a more comfortable position.
Wags snored contentedly as if bored with hearing his bed-fellows chattering so late into the night.
“I’m not a bit sleepy, Kitty.”
“Neither am I,” responded her chum; “this has been such an exciting and thrillingly adventurous day, with your playing detective and getting information, that I can’t go to sleep. I’m thinking about it too much.”