“I couldn’t,” returned Sylvia looking very miserable. “Not without consulting Mother.”
“Then let’s talk with her now.”
“She isn’t at home this afternoon.”
“But something should be done, and at once,” Penny protested. “The first rain will destroy all these footprints and perhaps other important evidence. Do you really love Grant Atherwald?”
“With all my heart,” answered the young woman soberly.
“Then I should think you would have some interest in what became of him. I can’t understand your attitude at all.”
“I—I have others to think of besides myself.”
“Your mother, you mean?”
“Yes.” Sylvia avoided Penny’s penetrating gaze.
“Surely your mother wouldn’t wish an act of violence to go unpunished. So much time has been lost already.”