“Strange he’d be coming back just at this time,” Madge mused. “Especially since he was discharged.”
“Yes, Clyde was bitter toward Father at the time although he was paid several month’s extra wages. He seemed friendly toward me though and he’s likely forgotten all the unpleasantness by this time.”
Madge did not wish to discourage her friend yet she found it difficult to believe Clyde Wendell would go far out of his way to be of service.
“Better not pin too much hope on him,” she cautioned. “If we get busy we may be able to find that formula ourselves.”
“I’ve given the house a general overhauling but we can search again. Shall we do it today?”
“Let’s!” Madge agreed eagerly. “If only you had a hint as to what became of the thing! I suppose you’ve exhausted every possibility.”
“I’m afraid so,” Anne admitted. She hesitated and then added: “But there’s one clue I’ve neglected and it may be important.”
“What’s that?”
Anne smiled mysteriously, and linking arms with Madge, drew her toward the house.