“Don’t take things so seriously,” Burt advised, though his own eyes burned with an angry light. “They’re only youngsters.”
“I can’t stand much more,” Sara cried, running into the shed, and closing the door.
Burt busied himself cleaning the clod of dirt from the rowboat. “Don’t mind Sara,” he said. “She’s always inclined to be high strung.”
“I’m sorry about everything,” said Penny quietly. “Mr. DeWitt believes you will be cleared.”
Burt straightened, staring at the far shore. “Wish I felt the same way. Unless the real saboteur is caught, the police intend to tag me with the job.”
“They can’t convict you without evidence. Oh, by the way, did you ever lose a leather billfold?”
The question surprised Burt. He hesitated before he answered: “What made you ask me that?”
“I found an old one along the river. No money or any identification in it. Just a card which said: ‘The Green Parrot. Tuesday at 9:15.’”
“The Green Parrot!”
“You’ve heard of the place?”