No more was said about the matter then. But after the breakfast dishes had been done, Ardeth and Judy slipped outside for a private talk.
“Do you suppose your aunt was right about those truck lights?” Ardeth asked, lowering her voice so it would not carry through the open kitchen window. “And what about that signal?”
“She must have been mistaken,” Judy replied anxiously. “All the same, we certainly should investigate. Come on, Ardeth! If that truck turned down the dead-end road, there will be tire marks to prove it.”
Chapter 13
THE MISSING KEY
CUTTING across the lawn which was heavy with dew, the two girls turned toward the entrance to the private road. A haze of smoke still hung above the treetops, but it was evident that the fire which had alarmed everyone the previous day, now was well under control.
Suddenly, Judy halted, staring at tire marks on the dirt road.
“Aunt Mattie was right!” she exclaimed. “A big truck did turn off the main highway!”
“The tire prints are plain to see,” Ardeth agreed, equally startled. “But what would a heavy truck be doing here? The road dead-ends.”
“It seems odd.”