“You know some people there, don’t you?” Judy asked.
Irene shook her head. “Only you and your family. But they live in Farringdon.”
“Horace could have been driving through Roulsville,” Judy said, “but it isn’t his handwriting. Anyway, he usually types—”
Peter interrupted, his blue eyes twinkling.
“The best way to find out who the letter is from is to open it,” he suggested.
Dale laughed. “Why make such a mystery out of an ordinary letter?”
“Did you say an ordinary letter? This isn’t—it can’t be, but it is!” Irene exclaimed as she tore open the envelope.
“You aren’t making any sense,” Judy began.
“Does this make sense?” Irene waved four crisp five-dollar bills before her face. “Clarissa sent them! She returned our money. Oh, Judy! I can’t believe it!”
“I can’t either,” Judy agreed. “How does Clarissa happen to be in Roulsville?”