“No, Janie, I really can’t, that is in detail. We know now that this man whom we first saw that day in the theater is Georgia’s brother; and that he is a—a—” she hesitated, not liking to say the word.
“A thief!” prompted Martha, who had no such scruples. “And what did he mean by saying that you had done him a couple of ill turns?”
“First, in befriending Georgia, I suppose,” replied Nancy slowly, “since that took her away from him. And second, for turning him over to Tim that night at college——”
“Oh,” squealed Martha, “was he the burglar that you captured with the flashlight?”
“Yes.”
“You realize, Nan, judging by what he just said, that he was responsible for the brooch being found in Georgia's pocket?” asked Jeanette.
“Do you suppose he was lying? I don’t see how he could have worked it.”
“Nor I, but he doubtless has ways and means of which we know nothing; and I’m just as sure as sure—and always have been—that Georgia was not guilty.”
“So am I; and I wish more than ever, now, that we could find her,” replied Nancy.
“Perhaps if we advertised?” suggested Jeanette.