Not one had heard a sound.
“But if they were professional thieves wouldn’t they have taken something else besides a flashlight?” asked Jack. “There’s plenty of other things they might have picked up.”
This was true enough, for the girls had left many of their more or less valuable belongings downstairs. But none of them had been taken.
“Perhaps they just needed Cora’s light to help them in some of their other surprise visits,” suggested Bess. “Isn’t it most delightfully mystifying?”
“I don’t know that I find it especially so,” retorted Belle, with a quick glance over her shoulder. “It’s getting on my nerves.”
“Well, you can quit and go away when you want to,” suggested her sister.
“Never!” cried Cora. “We’re not going to desert in the face of danger; are we, Belle?”
The slim twin hesitated a moment, and then answered, but not very decidedly:
“No.”
“I knew you wouldn’t,” said Jack’s sister. “We Motor Girls aren’t cowards.”