“What color was your passenger’s hair?” asked Judy.
The cab driver’s answer startled her. “Red,” he replied. “But not natural looking like yours. Think you know her?”
“I’m sure we don’t. It’s funny she mentioned the witch dance, though,” Flo said thoughtfully as the three girls turned away. “If there’s any truth in that story Clarissa told us—”
Pauline broke in with a laugh.
“You aren’t entertaining the idea that she might really be a changeling, are you?”
“No, but it did frighten her when that witch whirled in.”
“You remember that? You know she was sitting beside you then?” Pauline questioned.
“I remember it, too,” put in Judy. “I heard her say she’d left her two bottles of shampoo back there on the witch’s dressing table. Maybe she went backstage after them.”
“If she went anywhere,” Pauline said grimly, “it was for the reason I mentioned. She had our twenty dollars, didn’t she?”
“She said her father is a minister. I’ll bet he is—not!” scoffed Flo. “And Irene was telling me she didn’t think some advertising was honest! I wonder what she’ll say when she hears that our phantom friend disappeared with the money we lent her.”