“Just wait. Wait and she’ll betray herself, for she is around here some place and she isn’t Jack, that’s certain.”
“Nor Pat, nor Jean, nor——”
“No use guessing. I’m gray haired internally trying to guess. But, Trixy, has it occurred to you that the trail of the necklace is rather—spoofy? How could any one trace a lost article, supposed to be hidden in the mountains by means of a stupid string of beads?”
“It is queer. Maybe, after all, Glo, we’ve been fooled. Perhaps Mrs. Corday really isn’t responsible.”
“Well, if she isn’t, I’m sorry for her, of course,” said Gloria, “but I was so glad to have her grab the beads and run for that train——”
“That you don’t care whether she unearths a pirate’s cave or not.”
“No.”
“I don’t blame you. To listen to all that wild story in the Rookery while——”
“Hush, love! The mail bag’s gone.” A fanciful little step described as a “gambol” corroborated Gloria’s determined good humor. The essay episode was positively closed.
“What did Jack say about not seeing her mother?” Trixy presently asked. “You were privileged to talk with her, I noticed. That comes of having a Nurse Jane.”