“But this is important. The police traced the license number of that green car, and they’re sure it’s Meta Hanley’s car we saw racing through Farringdon right after Holly’s typewriter was stolen.”
“It couldn’t have been,” Judy protested. “Her car was parked in front of the Jewell sisters’ house all day while they were picking apples.”
“Where’s the orchard?” Horace wanted to know.
Judy couldn’t remember seeing any orchard. Perhaps it was just over the hill. Could the thief have borrowed Meta Hanley’s car and returned it before the three women had finished picking apples? Horace thought it was quite likely. He asked how the pictures came out.
“You’ll have to see them to believe it,” Judy told him, “but Peter gets the first look. ’Bye, Horace.”
Judy put away the vacuum cleaner and started cooking dinner. The lamb pot pie was ready just as Peter arrived home.
Blackberry came in with him. Both of them looked hungry. Judy greeted Peter and handed him the pictures.
“See what you think of them,” was all she said.
Dinner was eaten in comparative silence. Judy was bursting with curiosity, but she wanted Peter to be the first to comment on the amazing picture she had taken.
“The crust,” he finally said, taking another helping of the lamb pie, “makes it difficult for me to tell exactly what I’m eating.”