“How long did the truck remain on the private road?” Judy asked.
“So far as I know, it’s still there. I set up and watched until dawn. Since then, I’ve been rather busy.”
“If the truck is still on that road, we should check—” Kathleen suggested quickly.
“I think we should,” Miss Meadows agreed. “I’d have done it myself, only to tell you the truth, I was afraid to go alone.”
“Who wouldn’t be?” Judy backed her up. “When do we start? Right now?”
“No, finish your breakfast first,” Miss Meadows urged. “Such nice muffins shouldn’t be wasted.”
Their thoughts on the investigation before them, Judy and Kathleen ate quickly. Miss Meadows apologized for not having any milk to offer.
“I ran out yesterday,” she remarked, “and the new milkman always comes very late.”
“The new milkman?” Judy repeated, nearly dropping her knife. “What became of Bart?”
“I understand he’s given up his job. The new man told me that Bart quit because of something special he wanted to do before the start of college.”