CHAPTER XVI
Danny’s Confession
“My father?” Danny repeated with a dazed expression on his face. “You mean that man I’ve been following is my father?”
“I’m asking you,” Judy said, torn between sympathy and anger. Her arm was beginning to turn black and blue where the boy had held it. “You must know who was with you that night you stayed at the beaver dam. Or didn’t you stay there?”
“Not all the time,” Danny confessed. “Some of the time I was watching the house. That man has a key. He goes in and out whenever he pleases, but if he is my father it’s all right, isn’t it?”
What could Judy say? It was all wrong whoever the man was. Danny seemed to sense it.
“But my father would come and see me,” he objected to his own reasoning. “And how can he send me letters from Canada if he’s right here?”
“Are all his letters from Canada?” asked Judy.
Danny had started walking back toward the house that used to be his home. Judy followed him. He walked a little way before he answered. “All but the last one. That was just a note. It didn’t have any stamp on it.”
“How could it go through the mail without a stamp?” Judy wondered.