Reaching for a discarded newspaper which lay on the coach seat, Penny shot her chum a quick, knowing look.
“Just what does that mean?” Louise demanded alertly.
Penny pretended not to understand.
“You gave me one of those wise-owl looks!” Louise accused. “Just as if you had solved the mystery.”
“I assure you I haven’t, and never will now that we’re leaving the valley.”
“But you do have an idea who was back of the scheme?”
“Mrs. Lear, of course. We saw that much with our own eyes.”
“But we didn’t learn who actually rode the horse. Or did you?”
“Not exactly.”
“You do know then!”