Then speaking very slowly, as though probing his memory almost beyond its powers, he said:
“Seems to me, Miss, he said somethin’ about de sun. No, dat wasn’t it neither. It was sun—”
“Not sundial,” Madge supplied eagerly.
Uncle Ross’ dark face brightened and he slapped his thigh a resounding whack.
“Dat was it! De word de ole man said was sundial!”
CHAPTER XII
Uncle Ross’ Hint
Cara and Madge questioned Uncle Ross further, trying ineffectually to bring out additional information. The old Negro had scraped his memory bare and could recall nothing more concerning the pearls. The girls presently thanked him and in turning to leave, Madge handed him a dollar bill.
“Thank you, Miss, thank you,” he beamed and bowed.
The girls walked back to the parked car, only moderately pleased at the outcome of the interview.
“Do you think there really is a connection between the pearls and the sundial?” Cara asked somewhat skeptically as they drove away.