“Then we’d better clear out of here,” was Norton’s opinion. “She’ll never get any rest while this crowd holds forth. Come on, Eline, I’ll take you to a moving picture show.”
“Not after what has happened to-day,” declared Mrs. Chester. “You young people have had your own way all day, and now I want you to quiet down. Boys, you will have to go home soon. Girls, it’s almost time you were in bed.”
“Aunt Susan is asserting herself,” remarked Jack, sotto voce. “But don’t count on me, Aunt Susan. I am immune.”
“You’ll go with the rest,” she told him.
They sat about for some time longer, discussing the strange tale related by Nancy. Then came good-nights.
Cora went to see Mr. Haley, the light keeper, next day. She told him what Nancy had related.
“Lobsters and crawfish!” he exclaimed, clapping together his brown hands. “Begging your pardon, of course, for using that sort of language, miss, but my feelings sure did get the best of me. And so this Nancy Ford can clear my sister’s name?”
“She can and she will. I have wired for mamma’s lawyer to come down, and he will arrange matters. There is only one difficulty.”
“What is that?” and the keeper of the light looked worried. “You mean that there is a possibility that my sister may even yet be guilty?”
“No; but where are we to find her?”