“I know, but haven’t you done everything you can do? The boys can keep in touch with the police while I stay here and help you.”
It really was best that way. And how kind of Pauline to offer to help! Dale suggested that she and Judy both go home and rest as soon as the work was done. But, unfortunately, it was Mary’s day off.
“We’ll bring in the dinner,” Horace promised. “Any of you fellows know how to cook?”
Peter Dobbs volunteered.
“And just to make things even,” Arthur put in, “I’ll pay for it.”
Judy laughed and felt better. She tackled the work with some of her old enthusiasm and succeeded in interesting Pauline in an unread manuscript.
After about an hour the telephone rang. It was Dale.
“Sorry,” he said, “but it’s beginning to look as if Jasper Crosby made up his story. No tickets to Farringdon have been purchased for a month.”
“Are you at the police station?”
“Yes, and they’ve made a thorough check-up. The only answer is that Jasper Crosby lied. And he probably lied about Irene, too. I’d like to wring his neck!”