Eileen was certain that the Mexicans had stolen the coverlet, but she was careful not to make a direct accusation.
“Your quilt?” Juan repeated. He seemed very much surprised.
“Juan, how did it get here?” Veve asked. She hoped that somehow he would be able to explain.
“Why, I found the quilt,” he answered without hesitation.
“You found it?” Eileen demanded. “Where?”
“Blown against the fence at the edge of Mr. Hooper’s orchard.”
“Blown against the fence!” Eileen could not understand.
“Miss Gordon left the quilt folded up under a tree,” Connie declared. “There was a fence not far away—”
“This quilt is yours?” Juan asked politely.