“We could advertise.” Judy brightened at the thought. “We could tell Horace—”
“And have him spread our little adventure all over the front page of the paper. Oh, no, you don’t,” Lorraine objected. “I’ve seen what happened to other stories you told your brother. Besides, I don’t want my father to know. He’s editor, and he’ll look into any story that has my name in it.”
“I didn’t think of that,” Judy admitted. “What I can’t understand, Lorraine, is why you took off your ring—”
“Look,” Lorraine interrupted, “can’t we just forget it? My ring is gone. It’s been gone for several days if you must know. I’ll get it back somehow.”
“How?” asked Judy.
“Wishing, maybe. I don’t know how else.”
“Do you mean someone’s stolen it?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“No, but you implied it.”
Judy soon discovered her questions were leading her nowhere. It was all very confusing. The diamond she had found and the ring Lorraine had lost seemed to be clues to something, but she couldn’t figure out what.