“Why take such pains?” she asked.
“Because I don’t want your ‘ghost’ to know we’ve used his spade,” Madge explained. “I’m curious to learn what there is worth digging for in this yard. I mean to find out too!”
“Just how do you propose to go about it?” Cara questioned skeptically.
“Oh, by keeping my eyes and ears open. You can tell that whoever was here last night didn’t care to be observed. It’s my opinion he’ll come back to do some more digging.”
“Well, if he does, the occasion will be conspicuous for my absence,” Cara declared feelingly.
She glanced at her wrist watch and flashed it before her friend’s eyes.
“Do you see what time it is? I must be getting home.”
Madge gazed regretfully toward the boarded-up house and wished that she might at least peep inside to see what secrets it guarded. It would be relatively simple to pry loose a board, but of course she had no intention of ever doing that. As it was, she felt somewhat guilty because she had trespassed.
She followed Cara to the gate and after looking about to see that the alley was deserted, climbed over. They walked thoughtfully toward their homes, parting at the Wayne residence.
“Better keep this little affair under your hat,” Madge advised. “If you do, we may be able to have some fun out of it.”