“Yes,” the other girl replied, already seated beside Cara. “We know the haunts. I guess we’ll have to go over to the Community House now,” she proposed. “I’m supposed to be around there some time this morning.”
“Then drop me off home, please,” begged the still perturbed little woman. “I couldn’t go over there again, that is, not just now,” she hurried to modify, lest Cara might suspect she was really in distress about something.
Just as if Cara didn’t.
CHAPTER XVIII
SUSPICIONS
No sooner had they deposited Miss Davis at her front gate than Cara turned to Babs.
“Now see here, Sister,” she began facetiously, “you’ve got to tell me all about this. What’s on your mind?”
“Of course, Cara, I intend to tell you. I’ve just been waiting for a chance,” answered Babs, sullenly.
“Well, here’s your chance. Go ahead and tell. And judging from the look on your alabaster face it needs to be told. Honestly Babs, you look years older since yesterday. Nobody murdered, I hope?”
Babs laughed, but it was a sickly little laugh, and had nothing to do with merriment.
“No, not murder exactly,” Babs replied after an embarrassed pause. “But you know how seriously those old ladies take their family heirlooms.”