“No, but I do have to go back there. Suppose we’re needed? That moan sounded as if the—the fountain hurt somewhere—”
“How could a fountain hurt?” asked Lois.
“The same way it could speak, I suppose. If I knew, I wouldn’t be so eager to explore it. As for your problem, Lorraine,” Judy finished as Lois stopped the car to let her out, “I think it will solve itself if you just trust Arthur and put his ring back on your finger.”
“I would if I could,” Lorraine said sadly. “Good-bye, Judy. We both wish you luck.”
“I’ll need it,” thought Judy as she headed for the Herald Building just opposite the county courthouse where Peter worked. The resident agency of the FBI would be located in the new Post Office as soon as it was completed. The Ace Builders, Arthur’s company, was in charge of construction.
Judy entered the front office where she received permission to hunt up Horace somewhere in back. Finally she found him pecking away at his typewriter and looking immensely dissatisfied with what he had written.
“Hi, sis!” he greeted Judy. “Why so gloomy? You look better in a smile.”
“Thanks, brother of mine,” replied Judy, smiling at him. “I was thinking gloomy thoughts, I guess. For a girl whose wishes come true, I ought to know better. Horace, I have something to tell you.”
“I surmised as much. Well, let’s have it!”
Quickly she told him the story of the fountain, adding the information that their grandparents had been friends of the Brandts.