"Oh, no one is following us," Betty said; "but I wanted to get well away."
"Why do you think she wanted us to go in?" inquired Mollie.
"Do you think it had anything to do with the diamonds?" was Amy's question.
"I don't know what to think," confessed Betty. "But I wouldn't have gone into that hut for a good bit. Though perhaps the worst we would have been asked would have been to purchase some worthless trifles."
"Or perhaps buy smuggled lace," suggested Mollie.
"I never thought of that!" exclaimed Betty. "Of course it might be that."
"If Will were only here!" said Amy.
"We'll tell him when he comes back," Betty said. "Perhaps it may not amount to anything, but if he can give the government some information it may serve him a good turn, since he is just beginning work in the Secret Service."
"But do you really think that old woman, and those you may have seen through the window of the hut the day we made our find, have anything to do with the diamonds?" asked Mollie.
"Frankly, I haven't the least idea," admitted Betty. "And what is the use of guessing and wondering? Only I am sure of one thing. I'll never go into that hut!"