“What table leg?” Peter questioned just as if she hadn’t told him anything.
“The one from our table. You know, with the four ladies holding up the marble top. One of them was in the water. Didn’t you see her?”
“You said you weren’t really sure—”
“Now I am,” she interrupted excitedly. “Horace and I both saw her this morning. Ask him if you don’t believe me, Peter.”
“I believe you, Angel,” he said. “Now I think I understand why Danny had to watch the beaver dam. The table leg must have been removed after you and Horace took him back to the orphanage, and before we got there. We looked, and I’m certain there was no table leg built into that dam. The water had broken through in one place, and we could see plenty of ripples. The beavers were probably working to repair the damage. I told Hank Lawton—”
“The other agent?”
“Yes, he’s new to the territory. Unmarried and willing to date young ladies who will talk.”
“Peter, you don’t mean Honey?”
“No,” he replied mysteriously, “we have another young lady in mind. Donna Truitt, to be specific. Naturally, she won’t know she’s being of any help. It will take time to put together all the pieces of this puzzle, but you’ve supplied quite a few. Have you read the names in this souvenir booklet?”
“I read Hugh Sammis’ name. He was a boy then.”