“I learned enough to make me more interested than ever in the old mansion. Strange about those pearls, wasn’t it?”
“Yes, they turned out to be a sort of family hoodoo.”
“I wonder if they were actually sold?”
Cara stared at her friend in astonishment.
“Why, Mrs. Grandale said they were.”
“That was only her opinion,” Madge corrected. “Of course, I have no reason for thinking the pearls weren’t sold. I was merely wondering.”
She relapsed into moody silence and did not broach the subject again during the ride back to Claymore. They had remained at the farmhouse longer than they had planned and it was nearly supper time when they reached the city. Cara requested Madge to drop her off at the Wayne home which was not out of the way.
“Going to be busy tonight?” Madge inquired as she halted the car in front of the Wayne residence.
“No—why?”
“I thought we might do a little sleuthing.”