“Go ahead, help her,” the huskier man said.
With that Roger and the other man almost lifted the car back on the road where it was soon turned in the other direction. Lois smiled sweetly as she thanked them.
“Are you friends of the Brandts?” she asked.
“That’s not the point,” Roger Banning retorted. “You and your girl friends are trespassing on private property.”
“I can explain why we came here if you’ll listen,” Judy put in quietly. “When we started on this trip we thought the Brandts still lived here. Lois knows Helen Brandt from school. We thought she’d be glad to show us around the estate.”
“You did, eh? Well, nobody gets shown around this estate. Now get going!”
“Wait a minute. Don’t hurry us.” Judy’s voice was still quiet. “What, exactly, is your objection to showing people around?”
“It ain’t a showplace,” the other man objected.
“It was when the Brandts lived here. We didn’t know they’d sold the estate.”
“They haven’t,” was the reply. “They went to Florida for the winter and leased it to us. Why don’t you drop in for a call after they get back?”