This thought brought some small satisfaction. But our spirits went baggy at the knees when a telegram came while we were eating dinner.
The inventor, Aunt Polly wired, had not been located. And the little old lady was now searching for him in Charleston, South Carolina.
Peg had been over to the old mill.
“The spy’s still on the job,” he told us, coming into the house when we were washing the dinner dishes.
His mention of the spy filled me with sudden anger.
“Why don’t we get him out of there?” I cried. [[179]]“We’ll monkey around until he finds the money and beats it.”
The front door bell rang.
“It’s Mrs. Kelly,” Scoop told us, squinting under the door curtain.
The woman had a worried look as she came into the house.
“Sure, I thought I’d stop in an’ find out what you boys have been doin’. For several days have passed an’ I haven’t heard a word from you. It’s sick I am with worry in the fear that the rascally twin brother will git away from here with the money.”