“I don’t care,” Louise retorted crossly. Her hair was disarranged, stockings matted with burs. “If we can get out of this dreadful maze I want to go to the car.”
“We’re at the edge of the field. Follow me and I’ll pilot you to safety.”
Emerging a minute later at the end of the corn row, Penny saw the stable only a few yards away. Impulsively, she proposed to Louise that they investigate it for possible clues.
“I’ve had enough detective work for one day,” her chum complained. “Anyway, what do you hope to discover in an old barn?”
“Maybe I can induce the horse to talk,” Penny chuckled. “Sal must know all the answers, if only she could speak.”
“You’ll have to give her the third degree by yourself,” Louise decided with finality. “I shall go to the car.”
Taking the melons with her, she marched stiffly down the lane and climbed into Leaping Lena. Carefully she rearranged her hair, plucked burs, and then grew impatient because her chum did not come. Fully twenty minutes elapsed before Penny emerged from the stable.
“Sorry to keep you waiting so long, Lou,” she apologized as she reached the car. “See what I found!”
Penny held up a bright silver object which resembled a locket, save that it was smaller.
“What is it?” Louise inquired with interest.